When the iceberg is sweetened by me

Chapter 388
No wonder the master said that she has no destiny with Buddha, after all, she has been exposed to Buddha since she was a child...But she can't be like Senior Sister Compassionate Heart or other preceptor friends, who can withstand the curiosity in her heart about love in the world of mortals.

Now that she is entering the world of mortals, this kind of intimate contact makes her more and more addicted.

After a long time.

Mencius let go of her, his slanted eyes were long and deep, full of affection.

She was distracted by his look, so she quickly glanced over her head and continued to chop vegetables.

Although it was beautiful and delicious, after "eating", he felt hungry instead.

He also continued to make his soup.

Seeing that the kid was still shy, he found a topic to calm down, "Yan'er, after lunch, can I teach you how to use a computer?"

As soon as she heard about using the computer, Bei Yan immediately raised her head: "Really!"

Mencius raised his eyebrows enviously and nodded, "When you learn the basic operation, I'll customize one for you."

Learning computers is very fun.

But she still frowned when she got something from him again: "Brother Meng, I know that some computers are not as expensive as mobile phones, and I can buy them myself!"

He knew she could buy it herself now.

I also know that it is her character that she tactfully rejects him.

But a thoughtful man, he doesn't want Bei Yan to be so clear with him now, although there is nothing wrong with being clear, this should actually be the duty of a couple.

But sometimes it needs to be looked at.

After a pause, he skipped the topic of computers and asked Bei Yan: "Yan'er, what do you think of this house?"

Bei Yan didn't know why he asked.

She subconsciously looked around the kitchen.

"Very good, everything is beautiful and spacious!" She replied honestly.

When Mencius heard this, his expression was obviously a bit embarrassed, and he even hesitated to speak.

Beiyan caught his expression and asked, "Brother Meng, what's wrong?"

"I'm not happy here."

"Huh?" Bei Yan expressed her incomprehension, and said with a smile on her lips, "Brother Meng is not satisfied. I used to live in the mountains, and I didn't dare to imagine that I could live in such a big house. How many people dream of it!"

"Yes." The man nodded, "but the dissatisfaction is that there is no trace of you here."

"what?"

Bei Yan was shocked by these words for a moment.

The man put down what he was doing, leaned against the table, folded his arms around his chest, and said seriously to her, "Whether it's parents and children, or friends and friends, and lovers, they all need each other. To explain it in a broad sense, there is Desire to bond, I say so, do you agree?"

Bei Yan thought for a while, and felt that there was nothing to refute what Mencius said.

Indeed, the essence of emotion is spiritual needs.

She nodded: "I agree."

"Then you and I, what is our bond of desire?"

Bei Yan tilted her head and thought for a while, then shook her head: "I can't think of it for a while."

"Then let me tell you...my desire for you."

Bei Yan stared, "What?"

Mencius smiled at this moment, but he didn't answer right away, but walked up to Bei Yan, took her little hand, stretched it into the transparent basin containing flour, took it out, and pressed her little hand next to the chopping board on a gray desktop.

Immediately, there was a small white palm on the table.

Bei Yan didn't understand what he meant.

Mencius looked at the palm of his hand, bowed his body, put his head on her shoulder again, and stretched out his arms to encircle her. On the exposed forearm, there was a streak of blood scratched by his fingernails.

But not too obvious.

(End of this chapter)