The little rabbit is obedient and is forcibly embraced by the villain

The royal temple Zhenlong Temple has existed for so long that no one can trace its origins.

There is a forbidden area on the back mountain of Zhenlong Temple. It is a hot spring exclusively for Master Jingyuan, a Buddhist disciple of Zhenlong Temple.

On weekdays, this area is quiet and silent, and no one dares to touch it.

At this moment, the hot spring, which was originally as calm as a mirror, seemed to be boiling, bubbling.

The steaming mist spread out, making everything around seem like a dream.

After a while, a strong man slowly walked out of the hot spring.

The body was so perfect that it seemed as if it was carefully carved by the most amazing craftsman with his entire life's work, and it exuded a powerful aura.

The facial features, as if sculpted by gods themselves, appear faintly in the mist.

Above her slightly pursed lips was a nose as tall and straight as a mountain peak. Further up, she had a pair of narrow eyes like a cold pond, their dark depths hinting at lust. Her sword-like brows, a touch of bright red against her cool, pale skin, gave her a sense of abstinence and detachment.

Although he is a bald monk, with those evil and arrogant eyes, he is both good and evil.

Snake nature is inherently licentious.

Not to mention Xuan Cheng, who had shed his skin for the last time and transformed into a dragon.

He slowly closed his eyes, hiding the complex emotions in them.

The image of that delicate little face emerged unconsciously in my mind, those round almond-shaped eyes always moist, clear and moving. The small, delicate nose was slightly upturned, and the cherry lips were naturally red, so beautiful that they were tempting to be smeared.

Looking down is a slender, white swan neck, and what is hidden under the collar...

She is so delicate and soft, and looks like someone wants to ravage her.

The monk frowned slightly, and the storm in his eyes grew even stronger.

There was a spot of red between the eyebrows, as red as blood.

Charming and mysterious.

As if sensing the throbbing in its owner's heart, a string of golden Buddhist beads flew out from the depths of the hot spring and slowly returned to the monk's bony hands. He turned the beads regularly, and the sound of them turning was particularly clear in the silent air.

After a while, the monk clasped his hands together and lowered his eyes. His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, as if trying to hide something, he said, "Amitabha."

Reverent and focused.

After a long time, he raised a wanton smile, and with his calm and cold face, there was a hint of evil in his expression.

He seemed to be muttering to himself, "Buddha? This Dragon-Suppressing Temple is supposed to suppress a dragon."

He couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation. If the day came when she regained her memory, only to find that Zhenlong Temple had been taken over by the dragon she had subdued with her own hands, what kind of interesting look would that be?

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The summer nights were so hot and stuffy that it was hard to breathe, and Baizitu was always afraid of the heat.

At this moment, the girl on the bed was sleeping with her head tilted to the side, looking quiet and gentle.

The sultry air made the girl sweat profusely, her hair sticking to her cheeks, like petals wet by the drizzle, making people want to ravage her.

The quilt that was originally covering her body had been kicked under the bed unconsciously by the girl in her sleep and was piled messily on the ground.

The clothes on her body had long been torn into a mess by the girl who was not quiet even in her sleep, revealing a corner of a red dress embroidered with auspicious patterns in gold thread. The red color was faintly visible in the dim moonlight, very tempting.

There was a breath fluctuation in the air, and a pair of bony hands appeared and slowly picked up the quilt that the girl had kicked off the bed. They carefully covered the girl with the quilt, as if they were afraid of disturbing her sweet dream.

As if dissatisfied with the sudden warmth, the girl murmured softly, "It's hot."

The unconscious mumbling was soft, sweet, like candied fruit.

Then, the girl stretched out her slender white feet and kicked the quilt off the bed with a bit of willfulness and naivety.

"Oh, you're quite spoiled." A cold voice sounded in the silent room. The owner of the voice seemed to have some helplessness and pampering that he himself did not realize.

The bony hands reached out again, gently lifting the girl's wet hair, revealing her delicate and fair little face.

The back of his hand gently stroked the delicate little face, which felt smooth and white as mutton-fat jade.

The delicate skin seems to be able to squeeze out water, which makes people feel love and pity.

I really want to take a bite of it.

How could that person put himself in such a difficult position?

I saw the big hands dishonestly poking the tender flesh on the girl's cheeks, and the tender flesh was slightly sunken, slightly loosened and then quickly bounced back.

The man leaned over, slowly approached the girl's cheek, and gently bit it, leaving a slightly red tooth mark. Like a seal, it was imprinted on the girl's face.

A flash of light suddenly appeared, and a huge, shiny black python instantly appeared on the girl's bed.

As if she felt a chill, the sleeping girl thought it was ice and instinctively went towards the cool place.

When she touched the cool, hard "ice cube," the girl pressed her entire body against it, spreading her legs and wrapping them around the "ice cube" that was as thick as her waist. She let out a soft, satisfied sigh, like a cat's murmur, soft and sticky.

The giant python stiffened its body and the light flashed again.

The giant python on the bed has transformed into the appearance of a man.

The girl who was originally clinging to the giant python was now lying on the man's chest.

The man was stunningly handsome, with sharp, angular features like those sculpted by a knife.

A little cornel on the forehead does not affect his handsomeness at all even though he is a bald monk. Instead, it gives his whole body a layer of Buddha's light.

But those narrow eyes were obscure and stained with a barely perceptible lust.

The moonlight flowed quietly on the two of them. The girl's collar was loose due to her movements, revealing some dazzling whiteness, which shone brightly in the moonlight, like the finest jade, warm and delicate.

"You're not behaving yourself in sleep? Huh?" The man's low and hoarse voice sounded, with a slightly rising tone at the end.

"Noisy~" the girl muttered unconsciously, and her small hands suddenly hit the man's face, making a crisp sound.

It doesn't hurt, but it makes people feel itchy.

As if to vent his anger, the man grabbed the delicate little hands and bit them lightly, leaving a mark on the pink fingertips.

"Hmm." The girl seemed dissatisfied, her brows slightly furrowed, her hands clenched, and a shallow wrinkle appeared on the shiny white cassock.

The next moment, she was wrapped by a pair of big hands. The girl wanted to pull her hands out, but found that she couldn't. She simply changed her posture and buried her head in the man's neck.

The gentle breath sprinkled on the bulge of the man's throat, and the man's Adam's apple rolled.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the girl who was sleeping soundly.

The other free hand, as if to vent his anger, grabbed the girl's fair skin.

Well, it’s as smooth as I imagined.

The girl moaned unconsciously.

The man lowered his eyelids, hiding the violence surging in his eyes.

I really don't know who is being punished.

The man stretched out his long arms and tightly held the restless girl who was sleeping in his arms.

As if sensing discomfort, the girl twisted her body slightly.

The man was startled, and his narrow black eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils.

"You asked for it."

The man's low voice became even hoarser, and a hint of lust flashed in his vertical pupils.

The girl in his arms lay obediently on him, and his slender fingertips gently covered her rosy lips.

He gently placed his lips on hers, intending to just taste it briefly.

But it's totally out of control.

Bai Zitu's breathing became rapid and she felt like she was about to suffocate. It felt like there was a small snake swimming in her mouth, sometimes hooking her to play together, and sometimes domineeringly occupying her completely.

There was a cold breath at the tip of my nose.

The man's slender fingertips held the soft flesh at the back of the girl's neck, deepening the kiss.

……

After a long time, the man let go of the girl in his arms.

His eyes were devout and focused, sliding across the girl's face inch by inch, and he whispered, "I need to leave for a while, you be good. Okay?"

The girl murmured unconsciously, earning a chuckle from the man.

So delicate and well-behaved.