After getting into trouble with a wealthy family, the scheming uncle forced him to get married step

"You are dreaming!"

Sangzhi gritted his teeth and said sternly.

"What do you think I am? Spending one more night with you? Zhuo Yijing, you bastard! Get out of here!"

Sang Zhi stared at him, but her eyes turned red unconsciously.

She clenched her palms and bit her whitened lower lip.

"..."

Zhuo Yi was stunned for a moment, frowning and looking at her in confusion.

"What are you crying for?"

"Is it so aggrieved to let you stay with me for one night?"

"Did you think wrongly? Huh?"

Zhuo Yijing smiled, stretched out his hand to wipe away the hot tears from the corners of her eyes, and gently rubbed the corners of her eyes with his rough fingertips.

"Sangzhi, I finally know what Zhuo Ziyue is always thinking about."

Zhuo Yijin smiled, his tone a little helpless.

Sang Zhi was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Is she really thinking too much?

Sang Zhi pursed her lips, looked at him warily, and said in a deep voice: "Zhuo Yijing, what on earth are you going to do!"

"You'll know when you go."

Zhuo Yijing touched her cheek and then closed the passenger door.

"You really won't force me to do anything?"

"If you don't want to, what can I force you to do?"

Zhuo Yijing started the engine and said without changing his expression.

"..."

Sang Zhi chuckled and curled his lips, "You've forced me a lot. Now, isn't it? I don't want to, so why don't you still force me?"

"That's true." Zhuo Yijing's voice was light.

Sangzhi suddenly felt that this person deserved a beating.

She gritted her teeth and cursed him in her mind.

"Why are you still on the highway..."

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked out the window.

"Zhuo Yijing, it's so late...where are you taking me!"

Sangzhi asked in a deep voice.

"I told you I won't sell you. Just take a nap and we'll be there later."

"..."

Sang Zhi's mouth twitched fiercely: "How can I sleep like this? What if... what if..."

"What if you leave me alone, in the middle of the night, in the wilderness..."

Sangzhi gritted his teeth.

"You gave me some ideas. I have a villa in the suburbs... I really want to lock you up."

"...You are sick!" Sangzhi said through gritted teeth.

"Well, I think so too."

Zhuo Yijin's face was pale.

Sang Zhi didn't want to talk to him anymore, so she leaned back and closed her eyes.

Zhuo Yijing turned on the music.

It's very soothing piano music.

Very hypnotic.

Sangzhi fell asleep after a while.

When she woke up again, Zhuo Yijing's car had stopped in front of the Buddhist temple.

"Fayuan Temple."

"What did you bring me here for?" Sangzhi was stunned for a moment and looked at the temple in front of him.

"It's not you who has seen through the world of mortals... and wants to become a monk, right? Congratulations."

Sang Zhi thought for a while, hummed, and couldn't help but tease him.

"Remember to abstain from drinking, sex, smoking, and pornography."

Sangzhi said nonsense seriously.

Zhuo Yijing: "..."

Zhuo Yijing tugged his lips, turned his head and looked at her, his eyes darkening.

Sang Zhi was a little frightened by his stare. She subconsciously clenched her palms and said, "Look, what do you want me to do?"

"You can become a monk, but you may not be able to quit."

Zhuo Yijing leaned forward, got close to her, and whispered in her ear.

Zhuo Yi's hot breath sprayed on her neck and ears.

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, his body tensed and his voice hoarse, "Wha, what?"

"Lust, Caution."

Zhuo Yijing raised the corners of his lips slightly and whispered in her ear, his voice was deep, mellow and magnetic. As he spoke, he deliberately licked her earlobe and gently held it in his mouth.

"You can't quit sex."

Zhuo Yijing continued, his eyes locked tightly on her face, his eyes dark and deep.

Sang Zhi froze and subconsciously grabbed his arm, "Zhuo Yijing... you..."

The mulberry branches dare not move.

She just glanced with her peripheral vision and saw Zhuo Yijing's bulging Adam's apple rolling.

His deep eyes were full of lust.

"You said you wouldn't force me...Buddhist Holy Land, you...don't go too far!"

Sangzhi swallowed and gritted his teeth.

"Did I say so?"

Zhuo Yijing smiled, gave her a peck on the lips, and then unbuckled her seat belt.

Sang Zhi's face turned ugly and he quickly wiped his mouth with his hand: "...animal!"

"It suits me well."

Zhuo Yi smiled happily.

Then he got out of the car.

He walked around to the passenger seat and opened the door for her like a gentleman.

"get off."

Zhuo Yijing looked at her.

"..." Sang Zhi rolled her eyes at him, snorted, and got out of the car glumly.

He naturally took her hand and insisted on interlocking his fingers with hers.

Originally, Sang Zhi struggled for a while, but Zhuo Yijing's force was too strong and she couldn't shake him off at all. She also thought of something, so she followed Zhuo Yijing.

Seeing that she suddenly became docile.

Zhuo Yijing's eyes darkened, with a slight smile on his brows.

Zhuo Yijing pulled her forward and gently knocked on the door of Fayuan Temple.

After a while, the door of Fayuan Temple was opened.

A handsome-looking monk wearing gray robes came out from inside.

Age approximately 28.

The monk looked at Zhuo Yijing, then at the mulberry branches behind her, and said respectfully, "Donor Zhuo, why are you here at this time?"

"Well, something happened."

Zhuo Yijing whispered.

Sangzhi was stunned.

Zhuo Yijing... is he still a regular visitor here?

"Donor Zhuo, Master Huishan should have rested by now."

"It's okay, I'll go see her tomorrow."

Zhuo Yijing's voice was light, "Senior Brother Tingyuan, it's getting late now. You should go and rest. Don't worry about me."

"Donor Zhuo, are you still living in the same room as before? That room was also cleaned frequently..."

Zhuo Yijing nodded, "Yes. Senior brother, I can go by myself."

Brother?

Sang Zhi frowned and tugged his lips, but didn't say anything.

"Donor Zhuo, does this benefactor want to share a room with you..."

Tingyuan glanced at Sang Zhi with a strange expression, and his eyes fell on their intertwined hands.

Sang Zhi's expression changed, and she subconsciously wanted to take out her hand, but Zhuo Yijing held it tighter.

"Well, senior brother, she lives in the same room with me."