Amitabha, please don't turn around.
In her heart, Little Lin cried out silently.
"If you dare to turn around, I'll... I'll take off my clothes!"
Just as Feng Xi turned around.
Xin Lin had a sudden idea and shouted.
"..."
"..."
Shi Fei was stunned aside.
Little Lin, isn't this being a rogue?
By now, Shi Fei had realized that Xin Lin didn't want the monk Feng Xi to recognize her.
To deal with people like Feng Xi, you just have to be a rogue.
Xin Lin's bright eyes darted around.
The monk Feng Xi's back instantly stiffened, his ears flushed with embarrassment.
The touch beneath his hand was smooth and delicate, softer than the finest silk.
Without turning around, Feng Xi knew the other party was a girl.
The two were very close, and the scent from her body, faint and elusive, seemed to drift into his nose.
This girl must be very beautiful; he had vaguely seen her silhouette earlier on the Yin Yang Road.
"Amitabha, lady benefactor, this humble monk means no disrespect."
