Yan Buhuan saw that his tone was firm and he wanted to lie to her, so he took a careful bite.
So sweet!
She was almost frightened by the overly sweet fruit and held it in front of her in disbelief.
What answered her was Yan Xitong's low smile.
He seemed to be in a good mood. After Yan Buhuan finished eating the fruit and was about to throw away the core, Yan Xitong said: "Don't throw it away."
Yan Buhuan paused: "What's wrong?"
"The core of the fruit you eat is the Bodhi seed."
Yan Buhuan was horrified, this... She looked at the small ball rolling in her palm in disbelief. The color was very beautiful, dark red, and when it rolled in her palm, it left a cool trail.
"Didn't it say that the Bodhisattva is in the Bodhi Cave? This..." This one is outside.
If this is Bodhizi, then why is she struggling to grab the key?
"There was no door here before." Yan Xitong had wiped all the moss off the woman's face, revealing her graceful lines, and her beauty became even more astonishing.
Yan Buhuan couldn't help but be stunned.
He couldn't help but walked forward, pointed at the woman on the stone door and asked: "She...is she a real person?"
Yan Xitong was trying hard to wipe the woman's shoulders and hair. He was a little unhappy when he heard the question: "What? The painting is not good enough?"
It took him half a year to paint this.
Yan Buhuan waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no, I mean, if it were a real person, how beautiful would it be?"
At least she has never seen such a beautiful girl in her whole life.
After taking a closer look, Yan Buhuan suddenly felt familiar.
This woman looks a bit like Mu Qingya, but she is much more dignified than Mu Qingya.
When Yan Buhuan praised her beauty, Yan Xitong didn't appreciate it: "She was ugly before."
"Well……"
"If you are very hungry, you can eat all the fruits here. Don't hinder me from doing my work."
"Okay, senior."
Just like that, Yan Buhuan was nibbling the sweet fruit while watching Yan Xitong work. He seemed to be cleaning the stone gate hard, but Yan Buhuan could still tell that this Yan Xitong must not have done any rough work.
, and his hands are delicate and white, and he looks like someone who is used to pampering.
"Senior, do you want my help?" Yan Buhuan asked kindly. If it were her, it would be done in less than half an hour.
"No need." He denied it and continued to wipe vigorously.
Yan Buhuan returned to the side and stood calmly.
After wiping the shoulders, it was time to rub the chest. Yan Xitong suddenly paused.
I saw him turning around: "You, come here."
Yan Buhuan pointed at himself: "Me?"
"Who else?"
Yes, Yan Buhuan walked over, looking like he was listening to me.
"Wipe it for me." Yan Xitong threw the wrung-out brocade handkerchief to her.
Yan Buhuan hurriedly caught it, only to see Yan Xitong turn around as if he was avoiding something.
Yan Buhuan smiled helplessly. This man was actually shy about a portrait carved on a stone door.
Yan Buhuan wiped the portrait carefully and looked back at Yan Xitong from time to time: "Senior, who is this person? He seems to be familiar with you. Does he have a name?"
Yan Xitong said: "Her name is Chaozi."
"..."
If she were the person in the painting, she would definitely rush out and give him a slap in the face after hearing this.
Yan Buhuan worked very quickly. Yan Xitong had just picked a few fruits to satisfy her hunger, and she had already wiped the main painting clean.
"Senior, look." Yan Buhuan turned around and pointed at the portrait behind him.
