Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

A fluffy pure white fox tail emerged from Jiang Qing's coccyx.

Duan Zhuoyan stood where he was, but was pulled to his feet by Jiang Qing, who sat up on the bed with his hands.

Her eyes were still a little blurry at this time, as if she had just regained her memory from the seal and her consciousness was not very clear yet.

A slender, boneless hand tugged at his sleeve, and his feet, which had been hanging over the edge of the bed, hooked up unconsciously.

"Duan, Zhuo, Yan."

He heard Jiang Qing calling his name word by word.

Jiang Qing looked up at Duan Zhuoyan. She was still wearing the guard's uniform, but he had taken off the human skin mask that she used to disguise herself as a man. The men's hair crown on her head had long been untied, and her waist-length black hair was wrapped around her body.

"Why did you avoid me that day?" Jiang Qing moved slightly and knelt in front of him. Duan Zhuoyan wanted to avoid her, but his body couldn't move. He could only stare blankly at Jiang Qing's charming eyes.

"The nine-tailed fox is always kind to its benefactors. Master, you saved me again this time." She loosened her robe and climbed onto Duan Zhuoyan's shoulders again, her breath as sweet as orchid.

One of the nine-tailed fox demon's unique skills is the charm technique.

Two years ago, after she transformed, she experienced her first fever as a fox demon, which was interrupted by Duan Zhuoyan's spell. Perhaps it was the conflict between Buddhism and demonic power, and she was fine when she woke up the next day. However, her body never felt relieved.

Until today, she once again awakened the power of the nine-tailed fox demon.

The tide of passion that never faded away overwhelmed her once again.

Her red lips stopped just half an inch away from Duan Zhuoyan. She looked at Duan Zhuoyan's current state. His eyes were clear, but his body was unconsciously clamped by her.

Jiang Qing put on a charming smile, but did not cross the line and kiss Duan Zhuoyan's lips. Instead, she bent her lips and bit his round earlobe.

The demon pill in her abdomen continuously infused heat into her, making her blood boil.

"Master, you are unsettled."

A monk has no distracting thoughts in his mind and can overcome obstacles.

But Duan Zhuoyan was restrained by her, which showed that Duan Zhuoyan's heart was not as calm as he appeared.

"Jiang Qing." Duan Zhuoyan's voice was slightly deep, and golden light flashed in his eyes, which immediately broke Jiang Qing's magic. He wanted to pull Jiang Qing away with his palm wearing the Buddhist beads, but she dodged it by twisting her body.

Jiang Qing exerted a little force and pulled Duan Zhuoyan to sit on the bed, and she also sat astride his legs.

The situation at this moment seems to overlap with that two years ago.

But at that time, some people were calm.

Duan Zhuoyan's breathing was disordered for a moment, his instinct told him that he should push Jiang Qing away, recite the meditation mantra immediately, and teach this little fox who dared to use witchcraft on him a lesson.

But there was always a voice deep in his heart telling him to wait a little longer and let Jiang Qing get closer.

How close?

Duan Zhuoyan lowered his eyes, not wanting to look at the condescending look that Jiang Qing was looking down at him with after he had turned around.

"What do you want to do?"

He clenched his hands into fists and dropped them onto the bed.

"I want..." Jiang Qing leaned close to his earlobe again, and covered his exposed chest with his palm, "I want the master to be a good person to the end."

Suddenly a golden light appeared, and Sanskrit words appeared on Duan Zhuoyan's wheat-colored skin.

Jiang Qing was a little confused, not knowing why Duan Zhuoyan had such a reaction. She lightly poked the Sanskrit characters with her fingertips, and the next second, he suddenly held her red fingertips.

"Big..." Duan Zhuoyan exerted his strength, flipped over and switched the offense and defense with Jiang Qing, and Jiang Qing was pressed down on the bed by him.

The two people's breathing was entangled, Jiang Qing smelled a faint whiff of sandalwood, the karma fire seal between Duan Zhuoyan's brows was as red as blood, and Sanskrit appeared all over his body.

Ascetic and cold, the strict rules and regulations clearly stood between the two of them at this moment.

But Duan Zhuoyan didn't think so.

A hundred years ago, Master Bukong left behind the words "The moon symbolizes the original mind". He said that Duan Zhuoyan came to this life only for one person, that his worldly life was not over yet, that he would experience a hundred years of loneliness, and that one day he would not be able to keep his original mind and break the precepts.

The moon was high in the sky, and he understood his true heart. That night, Jiang Qing was in the palace, and he was by the pond. The bright moon in the water had already revealed his heart, and all the waves were visible.

He had no energy to calm down when facing Jiang Qing, but he had been trying to deceive himself all along.

He slew demons and monsters, enforced justice on behalf of heaven, and subdued evil monsters that harmed innocent mortals. He never thought that what he was waiting for was a monster.

"Why are you forcing me to break the precepts? I have already become a monk."

Duan Zhuoyan untied Jiang Qing's wide belt, but refused to go any further.

His breathing was heavy, as if he couldn't bear it, or as if he was struggling with himself.

Jiang Qing reached out and touched his elastic muscles, tracing the exposed Sanskrit.

The taboo of pulling the monk to break the precepts is an emotion of the human race, but as a nine-tailed fox, she only wants to make the man in front of her her slave.

Duan Zhuoyan noticed Jiang Qing's actions and suddenly wanted to stand up and step back, but was held back by Jiang Qing again.

The only sound in his ears was Jiang Qing's gentle voice. She said, "Master, save me."

He rescued her two years ago, and the cause and effect of the two of them have long been entangled. Or it could be said that their cause and effect lines were connected to each other as early as a hundred years ago, but Duan Zhuoyan could not see it. He could not calculate Jiang Qing's fate, and he himself was imprisoned.

Jiang Qing used her magic and her cheeks turned even redder. Her heart was like a dry desert, longing for the nourishment of rain.

I've already fed you the pure yang essence and blood, so what does this matter?

She suddenly felt that Duan Zhuoyan was really slow, so she pulled his hand to help her open her clothes, revealing her naked body.

Duan Zhuoyan moved his amber eyes, which were stained with a hint of scarlet, but the Sanskrit words on his body caused by emotions and the gradually increasing heat under his body revealed his inner feelings.

Jiang Qing once again turned the passive situation into active one, propped herself up, put her arms around Duan Zhuoyan's shoulders, and sealed the relationship with a kiss.

Although his face was kind and peaceful, the temperature of his lips could melt Jiang Qing. She couldn't help but smile, "Master, didn't you become a monk? Why do my eyes not look empty when I look at you?"

Duan Zhuoyan's eyes suddenly closed, and when he opened them again, they were tainted with an indelible lust. He took the Buddhist beads back to his wrist, and pressed the back of Jiang Qing's head with his big hand, swallowing the fragrance.

Downward, like a fire.

Jiang Qing had grabbed the Buddhist beads on her wrist at some point, clenching and unclenching them again and again.

The golden dragon-patterned quilt beneath him reflected tiny bits of light in the daytime.

Until the sun sets in the west, the east is illuminated by the setting sun, which turns it into a fiery red.

The small space surrounded by the circle of discipline forms a barrier of its own that no one can disturb.

At some point, the Buddhist beads that Duan Zhuoyan never took off were put on Jiang Qing's slender wrist bone.

Jiang Qing kicked him with her foot, and the string of Buddhist beads that had just been taken off her ankle appeared on her wrist again.

The fluorescent light emitted by the Buddhist beads was a bit hot for her and it was very uncomfortable to wear.

"Grandmaster."

Those charming eyes were filled with tears, like a wounded fox asking for help.

The string of Buddhist beads returned to Duan Zhuoyan's hands again.

When the moonlight covered Mingde Palace, the pond where Duan Zhuoyan once meditated began to ripple due to the floating dust.