Chapter 1050 Become a Buddha with one thought (7)
The woman's footsteps are like a cat's, light and silent.
She slowly lifted the last layer of veil that covered her, and the rich sandalwood fragrance rushed to her face, as if completely enveloping her.
The soft and gentle breath, the bright and jade-like back, she blinked, and her eyes fell on his smooth head, slightly stunned.
This is
And, monk?
Before she had time to think about it, she heard a rapid knock on the door.
"My lord, are you there? A servant came outside, saying that a thief broke into our place and wanted to search."
The person sitting in the bath moved slightly.
Holding his palms together, he slowly opened his flat, dark, long and narrow phoenix eyes.
The undulating surface of the water reflects his deep and indifferent eyes, which are empty, without any ups and downs of emotion.
The mist was lingering, and the temperature in the bath was very high, but he didn't seem to feel the heat, his delicate and cold face was as pure white as snow, so white, without sadness or joy.
The peaceful breath on the body seems to wash away all the darkness of the world, let go of the demons for it, and become a Buddha immediately.
The merciful Buddha, with red lips, beautiful wrist bones like porcelain, and indifferent brows.
He opened his black eyes and realized that there was someone behind him, so he was about to make a sound.
But suddenly there was the sound of water coming from behind, and with a splash, a delicate body was pressed against it.
The indescribable aroma is soul-stirring and captivating.
The beauty hugged the holy Buddha weakly and bonelessly, and her red lips silently covered his Adam's apple.
Smelling the faint sandalwood on his body, she pursed her lips silently, and said softly, "You don't need to look for it, I'm right here."
She had a half-smile, as if she was talking to someone outside the house.
The aura of the Buddha is peaceful, gentle and compassionate, neither sad nor happy, as if nothing can arouse his emotions.
He lowered his eyelids slowly, his brows were peaceful and far away, his hands clasped together, and his voice was gentle and gentle.
"Almsgiver, the important place of the Buddhist hall, please don't do such frivolous things, it violates the rules."
Peacefully speaking, he obviously didn't have much reaction to her frivolous behavior.
Even though her hand was caressing his chest faintly, the indifferent and gentle breath on his body was still the same, without any fluctuations.
Cold as snow, as dusty as the moon, the compassionate Buddha should sit high on a pure and holy lotus platform, without any stain.
Now, although the beauty knows about it, she still has a bit of a flirtatious heart.
She tugged at her shoulders, hugged his thin waist, and slowly walked around in front of him.
The beauty's body is wet, and her enchanting peach blossom eyes are dazzling.
She slowly approached him, hooked his neck, smiling.
"Little master, let me ask. What is a frivolous thing?"
Incomparably glamorous appearance, white and delicate skin.
She loosened her belt and took off her outer skirt, leaving only a thin inner gauze.
Slender and charming figure, soul-stirring body fragrance.
She had a half-smile, her delicate red lips looming close to him, as if she wanted to kiss him.
And the thin white fingertips, slowly descending, from the shoulders, to the arms, and then down, seemed to be tracing his outline.
However, amidst the sound of water, her delicate fingertips scratched his waist as if inadvertently.
Like a cunning cat, he directly guessed the dead spot.
In an instant, Buddha's cool and warm hand held her down.
(end of this chapter)