After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Realizing that he was very likely to be embarrassed, Qiao Wan frowned, made a decisive decision, and immediately pulled out Wen Si Xingzhu and slashed **** his arm! !

The blood flowed down the wound, and the pain briefly occupied the first chapter of the love: Desire, the brain regained a moment of clarity, Qiao Wan pursed her lips, tried her best to suppress the red tide on her face, and continued to rummage through the **** palace in the closet non-stop.

If you can't hold it any longer, give yourself a knife, and if you can't take it, give yourself a knife, and after this set is turned, the blood on the arm is mottled, which looks especially shocking.

It's a pity that in the end, I still found nothing, kneeling on the carpet, Qiao Wan's heart was beating like a beating, she thought groggyly.

It's over, it's definitely too late to find it again.

I had to quickly sit down with my legs crossed, trying to suppress this desire with my spiritual power. Chapter 1: Hope. But because the first chapter: hope could not be relieved, Qiao Wan shivered and burst into tears.

On the one hand, it was due to physical reasons, and on the other hand, I burst into tears in embarrassment. In the senior's study... What the heck, I felt that the closet full of Buddhist scriptures was an insult, and I was so embarrassed that I wanted to look for a time machine everywhere.

Until the door of the study was opened with a squeak, Venerable Miaofa walked into the study, a thin layer of snow fell on his shoulders, and under the candlelight, his eyebrows were soft and smokey.

Originally I was worried, but after standing there for a while, I frowned and followed, but I didn't expect to bump into this girl whose face was abnormally red, shivering and crying.

Venerable Miaofa's eyes tightened coldly, "What's going on?"

Qiao Wan opened her eyes with great effort. Wherever she looked, she could only see a blur of blue, like a blooming blue peony, which was meticulously described.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, tears immediately fell, mainly because of shame, and he explained anxiously and stumblingly.

"Pre...Senior!! It's okay...I...I have a problem with my luck..."

As soon as the voice fell, the person in front of her seemed to be silent for a long time, gave her a fixed look, turned around suddenly, and left the study. Before leaving, she didn't even forget to close the door.

Qiao Wan breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and continued to concentrate on dealing with the love that was surging in her dantian. Chapter 1: Desire.

As soon as he left the study, Venerable Miaofa went to draw a basin of water, and put a white towel on the side of the basin.

Qiao Wan was lying on the ground in a daze, as if she felt sandalwood gently brushing her nose. Cool stuff.

So comfortable.

Physiological tears flow involuntarily along the tears.

When the temperature of the white towel gradually climbed, Miao Fa pursed her lips again. Although her brows and eyes were still cold, she continued to soak her in water with extreme patience and gentleness, wiping her body to cool down.

But the place to rub is limited to the neck up.

It's just that the more I rub it, the more I seem to be infected by the temperature of the girl's body, and the young and full of vitality is under my hands.

Qiao Wan was wearing the clothes of her world, with a pink bow on her neckline, dipped in a little water, her jaw tightened, and she stretched out her hand to pin the crooked bow back.

However, this touch revealed a section of the girl's fair neck, which was covered in fine powder and dripping with sweat.

The bow was crooked even more.

The man's fingertips froze in mid-air at a loss, and he didn't know whether it was better not to go back again, or to leave it crooked like this.

I had just seen what was wrong with Qiao Wan, and now even Venerable Miaofa finally realized that something was wrong.

The first chapter of his unspeakable desire: Wang was not born because of Qiao Wan, but because there was something else in this house, but he didn't know where to hide.

There seemed to be a small voice laughing in the ear.

The younger generation can detect something wrong. As a Buddhist Venerable, if you are really pure-hearted and have few desires, you will definitely notice something wrong right away. And your first reaction is to blame yourself for having a dirty desire for the younger generation. Chapter 1: Hope, I didn't expect the strangeness in the middle. It seems that you had this idea early in the morning, but today you want to Chapter 1: Nian was pulled out again.

You are in vain as a Buddhist Venerable, and as a teacher of monks in the world, your Zen mind is so weak.

Venerable Miaofa refused to show weakness, his eyes were like two knives, scraping at the empty study, his fingers clenched, as if to prove something, he continued to flip the bow on Teng Qiaowan's neck, the finger pads were wet with sweat, My heart skipped a beat, and it slanted down an inch.

The pulp of the finger slid across the delicate and warm skin of the other party, the magic method silently closed his eyes, and the black energy rose on the coquettish face.

I don't know if I'm angry with myself or with something else.

The girl's body is not fair and soft, but she is strong and plump, and the lines of her waist are smooth, as delicate and moving as white jade.

In this way, he half knelt in front of Qiao Wan with coldness on his brows, twisted a towel for her, and served her most of the night.

In the middle of the night, Qiao Wan's situation worsened. Instead of suppressing her spiritual power, she was rushing around in her dantian. Miaofa tried to free up a hand to help her sort it out, but unfortunately it didn't work.

The more combing, the more chaotic it became, and the two were messed up into a ball of yarn.

Qiao Wan opened her eyes in confusion, and vaguely saw a person in front of her.

She didn't know who the other party was, but she only knew that this person could help her.

It's enough that he can help her, as long as it's not His Holiness, but she can't remember who is His Holiness. She is afraid that he will leave, and she tries to stop him in a panic.

She couldn't hear what he said, as if through a layer of veil, it was far away from her.

But he didn't help her, instead his eyebrows became sharper, looking like he wanted to slap her to death on the spot.

Joe was about to cry.

"Brother please, do me a favor."

"I beg you."

He was half-kneeling, his figure was slightly stiff, and his face seemed to be stiff.

Miaofa knew that Qiao Wan, the evil barrier, did not recognize herself at all.

The other party is like a beauty across the clouds, looking at flowers in the fog, Qiao Wan's heart is as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

The other party closed his eyes halfway, his long eyelashes trembled like crow feathers, he endured and endured, the white, articulated hand hesitated for a while, then gently took off the bow, and hesitated for a while, Pushing the girl against the wall, her feet did not touch the ground.

Maybe he was really stunned.

The other party was hanging on his body, and he really couldn't hold his thin waist at all. It fell down and was pulled back. He buckled his waist and pressed it down, crying like rain.

It took a while for Qiao Wan to recognize who was in front of her.

The other party's long dark blue hair was scattered, half pursed his lips, and said nothing. Sweat fell down his bony face, and landed on his shoulders. The beauty's cold and severe eyes were filled with a hint of spring, but again. As if he was sulking, he lowered his eyes abruptly, suppressing the feeling of spring.

Qiao Wan's eyes widened in shock, and her pupils instantly shrank to the size of a stitch.

Venerable, it is the Venerable Dharma! !

——“There is a saying in Confucianism that the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. In this world, perhaps only the friendship that is as light as water can last for a long time.”

"Qiao Wan, are you willing to ignore my age, meet my peers, and truly be my friend on the road of cultivation?"

"I am hundreds of years older than you. I know that this is not fair to you. If you don't want to, I will not force you."

Qiao Wan knew that the other party's mind had always been on the righteous path of Buddhism, and the return to secular life was not for himself, but after committing the precept of killing, he had no face to take the seat of the Venerable again.

Her delicate young girl's mind and love brain are more like a kind of willful and blasphemous, and her liking is her own business. She will keep her balance and not disturb the other party, until one day she can overcome these love and love.

Although she was a little bit fierce towards herself, she was still a girl after all, and she was unwilling to show her ugliness in front of the respected senior Buddha, and she was unwilling to embarrass the other party.

The overwhelming sense of shame made Qiao Wan couldn't help crying. She pursed her lips and struggled subconsciously, but the other party seemed to have misunderstood her meaning. Forcing her to eat a little deeper, the other party's calmness and composure made Qiao Wan feel more and more ashamed, her tears couldn't stop falling, and she couldn't tell whether it was shame, shame or something else.

But the man seemed to have made up his mind. Although he slowed down because of her begging for mercy, he did not stop. He did not dare to look directly at her. Hold her and sit down.

The girl's hand grabbed the scar on his back and wanted to push it away, but Miaofa's face was sinking like water, she stubbornly resisted the opponent's movements, pressed the opponent's hand to her side, prevented her from pushing it away, and forced her to continue eating.

The little dog surrounds the noble and glamorous big cat, walking around all day long, and hesitantly dare not express his thoughts. He can only sniff left, lick and lick right, wag his tail every day, and smile very happily.

But now, he was caught by the big cat and slapped to the ground with a slap.

I don't know how long it took, the sky seemed to be bright, and the sun shone on the girl's wet skirt. He frowned, took off his clothes, wrapped the other party well, stood up again, and went outside to fight. After returning from a basin of water, he half-kneeled in front of the couch, meticulously and patiently helping with the cleaning, his long hair hanging down on his cheeks, but he looked docile and virtuous, completely different from last night.

So far, at this point, there is no turning back.

After sitting on his knees for a long time, considering the tossing all night, maybe he was hungry, he got up and went to the kitchen again, boiled a pot of white porridge, rolled up half of his sleeves, and cut a plate of pickles.

Lu Xiebao got up early, Qiao Wan hadn't woken up yet, staring at the half-plate of pickled vegetables for a long while, Yuandai frowned in dissatisfaction, Miaofa silently picked up the apron and kneaded the dough.

Eating these in the morning is really shabby.

After steaming a plate of custard, he returned to the study with the plate.

Just as soon as he returned to the study, Venerable Miaofa stood stiffly at the door, his beautiful face was as stiff as a lump of iron, and the flour on his face was white, which made it even more comical in this situation.

In the study, the room was already empty.

All that's left is the mess of the place and a pink headband.