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"You...can't make a sound when you walk?"

"You are taking it too seriously."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration, his eyes darkened, and his eyes fell on the "Pure Heart Mantra" on the desk.

"Don't you have anything to ask? Aren't you curious?"

Zhuo Yi looked down at her, his voice low and cold.

"……In no mood."

Sang Zhi coughed lightly and curled his lips.

"You don't want to ask me anything? You don't want to listen to what I have to say... Then we can't just sit here all night, right? Then I have to do something to pass the long night..."

Zhuo Yi narrowed his long, narrow and deep phoenix eyes slightly, staring at the petite and pitiful Sang Zhi in front of him for a moment, his eyes darkening.

His big palm slowly fell on Sang Zhi's waist, holding her waist tightly.

"...You! You are crazy! Buddhist Holy Land! You are shameless and I want shame! If you dare to touch me, I will shout! I want others to know! You, Zhuo Yi, are blasphemous!"

"How do you shout?"

Zhuo Yi's expression remained unchanged, he lowered his head and glanced at Sang Zhi, and said lukewarmly, "Which one is called? Bed?"

"I don't like others to hear you shout. You can only shout to me."

Zhuo Yijing reached out and touched her hair.

Sang Zhi's face was red and white. She pursed her lips and said nothing, stared at him, gritted her teeth and said, "Zhuo Yijing...you beast."

"Ah."

Zhuo Yijin's eyebrows moved slightly, and he directly picked her up by the waist and placed her on the bed beside her.

Sangzhi exclaimed, she really wanted to shout.

Zhuo Yijing leaned forward and subconsciously covered her mouth.

Zhuo Yijing's eyes darkened, and his brows were deep, "Don't shout. Everyone in the temple has gone to sleep. I just think it's very late, so I want you to lie down here and rest."

"...Don't I have any legs myself?"

Sang Zhi pulled Zhuo Yijing's hand away and said in a deep voice.

"I just want to hug you, okay?"

Zhuo Yijin's eyebrows moved slightly and his voice was calm.

Sang Zhi was stunned for a moment, feeling as if something was holding him back, and subconsciously squeezed his palms.

She blinked and raised her eyes to stare at Zhuo Yijing, who was half pressing on her, with clear eyes.

The two of them just looked at each other.

Zhuo Yijing looked down at the reddish woman in his arms, his eyes darkened and his Adam's apple moved slightly. He reached out and pinched her cheek, and then lay down next to her.

Sang Zhi wanted to distance herself from him, but Zhuo Yi pressed her on the bed and insisted on lying face to face with him.

Sang Zhi was speechless and looked at Zhuo Yijing angrily.

There was a slight smile in Zhuo Yijing's eyes.

"Anyway... you have also made up your mind to break up with me and separate from me. Why don't you get along well with me before we separate? Didn't you say that? I will let you go..."

Zhuo Yijing reached out and touched her fair and smooth face.

"Sangzhi, just follow your heart for this night, okay?"

Zhuo Yijing stared at her, his voice was low and hoarse.

Sang Zhi pursed her lips, and she felt her heartbeat speed up.

Her eyes were a little evasive.

"Sangzhi, do you really have no feelings for me? Is there really no me here? Buddha here, do you dare to swear to Buddha?"

Zhuo Yijing whispered, and his big palm slowly fell on Sang Zhi's heart.

"Here, it's jumping very fast."

Zhuo Yijing smiled.

"Sangzhi, I'm sure I'm here."

"No."

Sangzhi looked away and said dullly.

The inexplicable panic and throbbing in my heart.

scare her.

"is it?"

Zhuo Yi narrowed his eyes in admiration.

"……Yes."

Sang Zhi's eyes were a little dodgeful, and she subconsciously clenched her palms.

"I do not believe."

Zhuo Yijing's voice was light and he suddenly leaned forward to kiss her.

"..."

Sangzhi didn't hide or struggle.

She was stunned for a moment.

Just like Zhuo Yijing said.

It ends tomorrow anyway.

It was impossible for her to be with this man anymore.

She also decided not to be with Ji Yixun.

Then why can't she just obey her own will for a short time now?

Zhuo Yijing moved away from her lips and saw that she was a little absent-minded and her eyebrows moved slightly.

He pursed his lips and asked in a deep voice, "What are you thinking about?"

"Ji Yixun."

Sangzhi tilted his head and told the truth.

"..."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became deathly silent.

Zhuo Yijing's face suddenly turned gloomy. He pursed his lips and looked at her quietly without saying anything else.

"Um……"

After a long time, Zhuo Yijing responded lukewarmly.

Sang Zhi glanced at him, bit her lip, and when Zhuo Yijing was about to withdraw from her, she suddenly reached out and took Zhuo Yijing's hand.

Zhuo Yi was stunned for a moment, his body tensed, and he suddenly looked at Sang Zhi, his eyes dark.

"you……"

"you……"

The two spoke in unison.

Even though Zhuo Yijing was usually extremely shameless in front of her, at this moment Sang Zhi suddenly held her hand, and this silent response made him feel a little at a loss for a moment.

But more than joy.

He was right.

Sangzhi had him in mind.

Zhuo Yijing suddenly smiled.

Sang Zhi looked at him and smiled, a little dazed.

Zhuo Yijing's eyes seemed to be filled with stars.

Are they tears...

Sangzhi was a little stunned.

Zhuo Yijing seemed very happy.

She seemed certain...she was not a stand-in.

She is not Fu Zhixiao's stand-in.

"Zhuo Yijing..."

Zhuo Yijing suddenly lowered his head and blocked her words in his stomach.

He kissed her lips bit by bit, lifted up the hem of her clothes with his cold hands, and slowly penetrated from under her body...

Sang Zhi's face changed slightly, and he subconsciously stopped Zhuo Yijing's movement.

"Zhuo Yijing, you are crazy. This is in the temple. The Buddha is watching you. Don't do anything blasphemous..."

Sangzhi gritted his teeth and stared at him.

Zhuo Yijing stared at her calmly, his eyes dark and deep, he pursed his lips and his eyes were cold.

"Sangzhi."

"I'm not afraid."

Zhuo Yijing smiled.

"..."

Sang Zhi's mouth twitched fiercely.

"You're not afraid...I'm afraid. And...I didn't promise you either. You said...don't force me, I don't want to do it."

Sangzhi twitched his lips.

"Then you help me?"

Zhuo Yi's expression did not change.

"OK?"

"Ok?"

Zhuo Yijing kissed her earlobe and whispered, his voice low and beguiling.