Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1050 One Thought Becomes a Buddha (7)

The woman's footsteps are like a cat's, light and silent.

She slowly lifted the last layer of veil, and the rich sandalwood fragrance rushed to her face, as if completely enveloping her.

With the soft and gentle breath, and the bright and jade-like back, she blinked, and her eyes fell on his smooth head, slightly stunned.

这 是
and, monk?

Before she had time to think about it, she heard a rapid knock on the door.

"My lord, are you there? A servant came outside, saying that a thief broke into our place and wanted to search."

The person sitting in the bathtub moved slightly.

He clasped his hands together, and slowly opened his flat and dark narrow phoenix eyes.

The undulating surface of the water reflected his deep and indifferent eyes, which were empty without a trace of ups and downs.

The mist was lingering, and the temperature in the bath was very high, but he didn't seem to feel the heat, his delicate and cold face was as pure white as snow, so plainly white, neither sad nor happy.

The peaceful breath on his body seems to wash away all the darkness in the world, let go of the demons for it, and become a Buddha immediately.

The compassionate Buddha has red lips, beautiful wrist bones like porcelain, and indifferent brows.

He opened his black eyes and realized that there was someone behind him, so he was about to make a sound.

But suddenly there was the sound of water coming from behind, and with a splash, a delicate body was pressed against it.

The indescribable fragrance is soul-stirring and captivating.

The beauty hugged the holy Buddha weakly and bonelessly, and her red lips silently covered his Adam's apple.

Smelling the faint sandalwood on his body, she pursed her lips silently, and said softly, "You don't need to look for it, I'm right here."

She had a half-smile, as if she was talking to someone outside the house.

But in reality, only the man in front of him could hear the voice.

The aura of the Buddha was peaceful, warm and compassionate, neither sad nor happy, as if nothing could arouse his emotions.

He slowly lowered his eyelids, his brows were quiet and far away, his hands clasped together, and his voice was gentle and gentle.

"Almsgiver, an important place in the Buddhist hall, please don't do such frivolous things, it violates the rules."

To put it mildly, he obviously didn't have much reaction to her frivolous behavior.

Even though her hand was caressing his chest vaguely, the indifferent and gentle breath on his body was still the same, without any fluctuations.

As cold as snow, as dusty as the moon, the compassionate Buddha should sit high on a pure and holy lotus platform, without any contamination.

Now, although the beauty knew about it, she still wanted to be provocative.

She tugged at her shoulders, hugged his thin waist, and slowly walked around in front of him.

The beauty's body was wet, her soul-stirring peach blossom eyes were dazzling.

She slowly approached him, hooked his neck, and smiled.

"Little master, may I ask... what is a frivolous thing?"

Incomparably glamorous appearance, white and delicate skin.

She loosened her belt and took off her outer skirt, leaving only a thin inner gauze.

Slender and charming figure, soul-stirring body fragrance.

She had a half-smile, her delicate red lips looming close to him, as if she wanted to kiss him.

And the thin white fingertips moved down slowly, from the shoulders, to the arms, and then down, as if they were tracing his outline.

However, amidst the sound of water, her delicate fingertips seemed to scratch his waist inadvertently.

Like a cunning cat, he directly guessed the dead spot.

For a moment, Buddha's cool and warm hand held her down.

(End of this chapter)