Li Mo felt that his identity was also very explosive...

When Li Mo arrived at the small world, Jian Ling had already turned evil and gone crazy, and he was the only one left in the temple.

……

As the breeze blew gently, the candlelight in the temple began to flicker, sometimes bright, sometimes dim. The dancing flames seemed to be the eyes of the Buddha, silently watching the vicissitudes of all things in the world.

On the old cushion that exuded a faint scent of sandalwood, a young monk sat cross-legged. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he had isolated the whole world from his senses, and immersed himself in the tranquility deep in his heart. His hands were naturally placed on his knees, palms facing up, as if he was drawing in the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. At this moment, the young monk was like a quiet sculpture, motionless.

Suddenly, a gust of wind whistled past, rustling the trees around the temple. At the same time, a subtle but clear sound of footsteps came from a distance, as if someone was slowly approaching this silent temple. The footsteps echoed in the empty courtyard.

Jian Ling opened his eyes which were as deep as a pool, and a barely perceptible hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, a pair of arms, like snakes, silently climbed up from his broad and solid back.

This is the nth time that Li Mo has flirted with Jian Ling since coming to the small world.

Once every night.

"I'm so beautiful, don't you like me?" Li Mo leaned on Jian Ling.

Jian Ling stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his deep and sharp eyes staring straight ahead, as if they could penetrate the endless void. He slowly raised his hands, palms facing each other, with an elegant and solemn movement. At the same time, the string of Buddhist beads hanging on his wrists also swayed gently with this movement, colliding with each other and making a clear and pleasant sound, like a peaceful and tranquil Buddhist chant, echoing in the air.

"do not do that."

"Why don't you even look at me..." Li Mo said as a few strands of her hair fell on Jian Ling.

"Go back quickly."

"Oh, I just want to stay with you for a while..."

Li Mo sat down next to Jian Ling swiftly, wrapped his arms around his neck like a snake, then tilted his head back, wanting to kiss him.

As a result, Jian Ling dodged it with a quick move.

"Monk! I will never come here again, do you believe it?"

Hearing this, Jian Ling suddenly stopped turning the Buddhist beads. He raised his eyes slightly and stared at Li Mo in front of him. At this time, Li Mo once again tried to get close to Jian Ling, and gently pursed his lips, wanting to kiss his handsome face.

This time, Jian Ling did not avoid Li Mo's intimate behavior as usual, but allowed him to gradually get closer to him, and then... he just walked away.

Li Mo didn't have a good balance and fell onto the mat...

“Monk!!!”

……

Another day.

"Monk, I come to chat with you again..."

That day, Li Mo deliberately wore a slightly loose inner garment, which hung loosely on his body, as if it would slip off with the slightest movement...

Jian Ling's handsome face showed the calmness of a monk, but for some reason, he secretly tightened the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Jian Ling still got up and left.

Didn't make it.