"Xuanyi, please be gentle..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she shyly raised her arms to cover her eyes, and her white and delicate jade arms fell in front of him.

Luo Ran seemed to hear the saying "Amitabha". Before she could come back to her senses, she felt a pain in her body. She looked at him in a mist, as if she saw the pain in his eyes for the moment. Her teeth bit his shoulder hard and wanted him to come back to her senses.

She fell to his ear with a crying voice, "Since I have chosen me, don't recite the Buddha again..."

He sealed her lips, and only a few sounds left were broken. The oil lamp in the house was bright and dark, as if it was blown by the wind, and finally it flashed and went out.

At some point, Luo Ran opened her eyes and there was no one around her. She was covered in a little soreness. She held her body straight with one hand and her eyes fell into the room, but no one was seen. She fell to the ground lightly.

The sachets that set there yesterday are gone.

Yesterday was February 27th, Xuan Yi's birthday.

The sachet was a birthday gift she had prepared for Xuan Yi long ago, and she had known what Lin Fei was going to do. However, she didn't expect that Lin Fei would choose this day. She sat up, the brocade quilt slid down slightly, revealing some traces on her body, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She put on her clothes and got out of bed. At this time, the heroine was no longer important. The most important thing was how Xuan Yi thought, would he regret it like the original work?

At this time, Xuan Yi was in his yard. He did not go to the main hall. He did not dare to face the Buddha, nor did he wait for Luo Ran to wake up because he didn't know how to face her.

He was wearing a monk's uniform and stood beside the bookshelf in the room. He pulled out a Buddhist scripture and forced himself to read it, but only her appeared in his mind. Her eyes were like charming silk, her delicate lips, her white skin like the moon, and the soul-devouring taste were like shadows, as if they were imprinted in his mind, and she could never forget it.

There was a mist and rain in the sky at some point. Xuan Yi's face was pale and unsteadily walked out of the yard. He took a Buddhist scripture and walked towards the hall step by step. Next to the path, Luo Ran held an oil paper umbrella and stood in front of the door, looking at him quietly.

He looked at him without squinting. He clearly had her in his eyes, but he could only let himself leave step by step.

He had not held an umbrella, and the rain had already wet his clothes. Luo Ran looked at his back. She was wearing a white Luoshan skirt. The rain fell to the ground and wet her clothes. She saw that his back was no longer as straight as before, and unconsciously pursed his lips and lowered his eyebrows.

In the hall, the abbot seemed to have noticed something long ago. Seeing him walking in soaked, he just shook his head and asked the person who was standing by Chen Song to leave. He also left the hall with him.

Xuan Yi looked up at the Buddha statue in front of him. He smiled and seemed to be looking at him. Xuan Yi knelt on the cushion. He folded his hands together and closed his eyes, looking very pious. He prayed with some prayers, but he did not see the repentance he deserved at this time.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier outside. When he faced the Buddha, he remembered whether she was standing outside the door. Was she still there at this time? She was dressed thinly, would it be cold? She felt so uncomfortable last night?

——Since I have chosen me, don’t recite the Buddha anymore…

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the Buddha statue in front of him. He was still smiling, saving all living beings, as if everyone was in his eyes, but it seemed that all living beings were not in his eyes.
Chapter completed!