The woman under the flower stand slowly stood up, her figure swaying a little, and she slowly turned around, her pale face covered with huge beads of sweat.
Even though she had been prepared for it, she was still affected by his powerful force.
After all...the demons are the demons.
The bright facial features are indescribably gorgeous, like a poppy blooming in the dark, evil but full of temptation.
There is a faint dark red color under the eyes, which is a characteristic unique to the demon race.
Feng Lan held on to the flower stand and walked down step by step. Although her steps were a little staggering, she still held on and walked to Wujiang.
She squatted in front of him, looking at him dreamily, with a smile on her lips, saying nothing, as if she just wanted to keep looking at him like this.
We haven’t seen each other for two years, Wujiang, two years...
You are still like this, spotless, so clean, but in front of you, I look so filthy.
You can purify me by gently reciting the scriptures.
Feng Lanzi looked at him carefully. His delicate eyebrows were like a far-reaching mountain. Under the tall brow bones, she knew how clean and beautiful his eyes were.
The high bridge of his nose resembled his upright and unyielding heart, and those pale pink lips, only she knew how seductive they would be when they were in love.
Boundless…
The sound of chanting slowly stopped, and Wujiang noticed her approaching, but did not open his eyes.
He knew that there were only two of them in the yard, and she was a single woman. If he opened his eyes and looked at her, his innocence might be tarnished.
The maid also said that she was afraid of life, so it was better not to disturb her.
Feng Lan looked at him with a smile, this fool, why not open his eyes and see her? He still kept his duty and only regarded himself as a little monk.
But that's okay, she had never stared at him so quietly.
Everything about him was seen so clearly, and he didn't move or run away. The most important thing was that he didn't show any look of disgust or compassion on his face.
He just let her look at him quietly, looking at him carefully.
He didn't know how heart-warming he was.
With such purity, there will never be another person like him in this world.
"Donor, do you feel better?"
Wujiang was honest, but not stupid. The female donor had been walking beside him for a long time, but she didn't say a word. She seemed to be watching silently in front of him. He also felt that something was wrong.
But he still honestly didn't open his eyes.
Feng Lan smiled softly and was finally willing to speak? Silly monk.
She pretended to be weak for a moment, and her body fell softly towards him.
Wujiang's perception was very keen, and he immediately reached out to hold her shoulders, holding his hands openly without any closeness or reverie.
Even if it were another woman, he would still be so focused.
He was just afraid that her innocence would be covered in dust, so he didn't open his eyes to look at her, but it didn't mean that he would have any random thoughts.
"Are you okay?" Wujiang asked with concern, supporting her and letting her leave slowly.
Feng Lan bit her lip, a little unwilling, but still did not continue to pester.
She moved away a little, and Wujiang just retracted his hand, but Feng Lan immediately stretched out her slender hand and held his cheek.
Wujiang was startled, then quickly turned his head.
But Feng Lan had already taken the opportunity to move forward and gently bit his lips.
"Female donor, you..." Wujiang was shocked, and quickly wanted to push her away and stand up, but after all, he knew very little about this matter of men and women, so he couldn't help but panic when he pushed her away.
