"what……"

This time, Li Mo deliberately twisted his ankle and fell directly into Jian Ling's arms.

The inner garment, which was originally a little loose, seemed to have lost its support and slipped off the shoulders, revealing a piece of skin as white as mutton-fat jade to the air.

Jian Ling was tall and straight, more than a head taller than Li Mo. From this angle, he could see everything below his collar. His collar was slightly open, revealing his chest. The pink color that was faintly visible as he breathed was even more tempting.

Jian Ling had already tidied up Li Mo's slightly messy underwear in the blink of an eye. His movements were clean and neat, without any drag, as if this series of movements were already familiar to him.

After doing all this, Jian Ling took a step back, his face gloomy, and said in a cold tone: "Donor, please respect yourself!" Although the words were brief, the warning contained in them could not be more obvious.

"I'm not your donor, I'm not a human!"

"I understand, benefactor." Jian Ling turned and left.

"!!!"

Li Mo looked at Jian Ling's receding back, his eyes full of grievance and unwillingness. He chased after him and grabbed Jian Ling's sleeve. "Why are you always so cold to me? Can't you feel my feelings at all?"

Jian Ling stopped but did not look back. "Humans and demons are on different paths, don't be obsessed with it."

Li Mo's hand slowly loosened, his voice choked with sobs, "Although I am a demon, my heart for you is true. I know you are devoted to Buddhism, but I just want to be with you."

Jian Ling was silent for a long time, and finally sighed softly. "You can go now." After saying that, he left quickly.

………………

The night was as dark as ink. Jian Ling returned to his Zen room and pushed open the door with a creaky sound.

As soon as he stepped one foot into the door, he noticed something strange.

The slender and fair fingers gently touched the edge of the candlestick, and then with a slight force, the originally dim candlelight was lit up. In an instant, the dim and warm candlelight spread, illuminating a corner of the room and also reflecting Jian Ling's slightly cold face.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his sight slowly fell on the bed. He saw that in the middle of the bed, there was a place that was particularly conspicuous.

Jian Ling grabbed a corner of the quilt and lifted it up!

"Monk...you're back..."

Li Mo's lazy voice came slowly, as if he was still immersed in the haze of just waking up. There was a trace of sleepiness that was difficult to conceal in this voice, as if he was tightly wrapped in a warm quilt, which made people feel tired after listening to it.

"Why did you come back so late? You're so late..." Li Mo yawned and rubbed his eyes with his hands, trying to wake himself up. However, his sleepy eyes were still half closed, as if they might close again and fall asleep at any time.

Jian Ling looked at Li Mo with a gloomy expression. He held the Buddhist beads tightly in his hand, as if they were going to embed them into his palm.

"I'll give you the Zen room."

After saying that, Jian Ling turned and left.

Li Mo jumped off the bed and chased after him. He stopped Jian Ling in the corridor of the temple. "Monk, you can't escape. I know you are not calm."