Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Years pass by in the mountains, moss covers the stone steps, and cloud shadows follow the pine doors. Clear springs wash over the stones, the sound of springs echoes in the empty valleys, old vines climb the walls, and secluded flowers dot the green, dyeing the spring and autumn.

It was still the same mountain forest with towering ancient trees, and the same huge ginkgo tree bathed in the warm spring sun. But this time, the young Buddhist Su Chen, who was sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures under the tree, suddenly stopped moving when he raised his eyes inadvertently.

In his eyes, as clear as a cold pond, a figure that he had never seen before was clearly reflected.

A young girl was standing prettyly under the ginkgo tree a few steps away from him.

She was wearing a lilac-colored skirt that was as fresh as the young leaves of a newborn ginkgo tree. The hem of her skirt swayed gently in the breeze, as if it would turn into flying leaves at any time.

Her long, shiny black hair was not tied into a complicated bun, but was loosely braided into two pigtails with two light yellow hairbands, hanging on her shoulders, revealing her innocence and playfulness.

The most eye-catching thing is her eyes - they are a pair of extremely lively almond-shaped eyes with slightly upturned tails. The pupils are a warm and clear amber color, and there is a faint, soft halo like broken gold around the eyes. This is the most unique mark of her as a ginkgo tree demon, which adds a bit of inhuman ethereality and mystery to her pure face.

She was tilting her head, looking at Su Chen curiously and without reservation. Her eyes were as clear as a mountain stream, and filled with the curiosity of a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger.

It was as if a small stone was thrown into the lake of Su Chen's heart, causing imperceptible ripples.

He had practiced for many years, his mind was as calm as water, and he had seen countless creatures, but he had never seen such a...strange girl.

She exudes pure and majestic plant vitality, which is the same as the scent of this ancient ginkgo tree, but also independent and fresh.

The golden halo around his eyes made him feel a little strange.

But he quickly lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes hid the fleeting waves.

The Buddhist rules for children are that they must not have any random thoughts, let alone look directly at women.

He put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha. This place is quiet and peaceful. Why are you here, lady donor?"

The girl - it was Nan Xiang who had just successfully transformed and was still full of joy and innocence. When she heard his question, she was not shy at all. Instead, she giggled as if she had discovered something interesting. Her voice was as clear as a silver bell:

"Little monk, your chanting sounds so beautiful, like the sound of a spring! I have been listening to it here for many days!"

As she spoke, she hopped a few steps closer, bringing with her a fresh, sweet scent of grass and trees.

The golden halo around her eyes swirled in the sunlight, making her whole body seem to be glowing.

Su Chen subconsciously leaned back slightly, keeping his distance, and frowned slightly:

"Female donor, I am practicing in seclusion here. Please respect yourself and don't disturb me."

His voice was still calm and cold, with the unique aloofness of Buddhism.

"Qing Xiu?"

Nan Xiang blinked her big golden eyes with an innocent look on her face.

"Just sit there with your eyes closed? That's so boring!"

Her eyes rolled and she suddenly felt playful.

She deliberately walked around to Su Chen's side, stretched out her white and slender fingers, and quickly and gently poked his straight nose while he closed his eyes and recited the scriptures!

The soft touch of my fingertips brought with it the unique fragrance of a young girl.

Su Chen's body suddenly stiffened! The chanting stopped abruptly!

He suddenly opened his eyes, and for the first time, those eyes that were always calm clearly reflected shock and a hint of... imperceptible panic?

He quickly turned his head away, and a faint blush appeared on his white ears.

"The benefactor!"

His voice was slightly angry, but more of it was a kind of helpless embarrassment.

"Men and women are different, please don't do such frivolous things!"

"frivolous?"

Nan Xiang tilted her head in confusion, her braids swaying.

"I just think your nose is very beautiful! It's like a jade sculpture! Can't I touch it?"

Her tone was innocent and her eyes were pure, as if she was really just curious about this exquisite artifact.

Su Chen looked at her eyes that were pure and golden, and was speechless for a moment.

The words of rebuke came to my lips, but disappeared under her pure gaze.

He could only put on a stern face, trying to maintain the dignity of a Buddhist, and teach in a serious manner:

"This is an indecent act and violates etiquette. Female donors are new to the world and should understand etiquette, have a sense of shame, and abide by the rules. Such behavior must never be repeated."

"rule?"

Nan Xiang curled her lips and muttered softly,

"You humans have so many rules, they're noisier than the birds in our trees..."

Although she said so, she still obediently withdrew her hand, but her lively eyes were still rolling around Su Chen. It was obvious that she didn't take his words to heart. Instead, she found this serious little monk more interesting.

Su Chen looked at her playful look that said "I know I was wrong, but I'll dare to do it again next time", and the slight anger in his heart inexplicably dissipated, leaving only a trace of helplessness and a... strange feeling that he had never had before.

Su Chen closed his eyes again, trying to let his thoughts return to the clear state of the scriptures, but the scriptures that used to flow like a clear spring now had faint ripples.

He already knew that the girl in front of him was the naughty girl who always loved to "play tricks" on him these days.

His eyes unconsciously fell on the tall ginkgo tree, and he quickly closed his eyes again, lightly twirling the Buddhist beads with his fingertips, trying to continue his daily practice.

The young girl Nan Xiang leaned lazily against the roots of a tree, holding her chin and shaking her slender legs. She secretly looked at the handsome monk who was chanting with his eyes closed, with a sly and curious smile on her lips.

"This little monk is so handsome!"

Nan Xiang marveled inwardly. In the hundreds of years she had lived in the mountains, she had never seen such a handsome human being.

Sometimes, she would lightly leap onto a branch, shaking her feet, or turn into a ginkgo leaf and lightly fall on Su Chen's snow-white robes; or turn into a breeze and quietly brush across his jade-like face.

Although Su Chen was reciting scriptures with his eyes closed, he could still clearly sense every move of the girl in the tree.

After several attempts of persuasion failed, he only felt the tips of his ears getting hot, and his fingertips, which were twirling the Buddhist beads, unconsciously quickened the slight rhythm.