Chapter 1089 Become a Buddha with one thought (46)
"Little master...Little master, please be more sober."
She was really frightened by his strong appearance, with teary eyes, as if she wanted to cry.
Obviously she was the one who seduced someone first, and she was also the one who said teasing words first.
But when he was strong, she panicked as if she had been wronged.
The clothes and skirts were in a mess, all torn into strips.
She was lying there, pushing him, her eyes were red, as if she had been bullied by the sky.
"you are bullying me…"
"You wake up..."
The little beauty is like a bullied bunny, pitiful and extraordinarily delicate.
She is not squeamish in other things, but this is what makes her extra squeamish.
In the past, he was coaxed too well, but the result is that he can't see any excessive roughness.
This is the first time he tore her clothes, pressed her hard, and gagged her, very fiercely.
She was frightened, and just looked at him helplessly.
The tails of the eyes were slightly red, moist, and shimmering.
His movement finally stopped, and the pressure on her hand suddenly loosened.
She was able to raise her hand to wipe her eyes, sucking her nose, her nose was red.
Feeling aggrieved, looking at him with flushed eyes.
He finally lowered his head and slowly rubbed against her face.
Like a cat, silently showing affection.
The storm-like movements just now became much gentler at that moment.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked your wishes."
He said in a low, hoarse voice, getting off her.
Lying on her side, she gently wiped her tears with some care.
"Sorry, I was wrong."
"I won't do it, go to sleep, don't be afraid..."
He picked up the quilt on the side and helped her cover her exposed skin.
"I just like you too much..."
The tears of the little beauty who was still crying suddenly stopped.
"Me?"
She froze for a moment.
Immediately, she suddenly raised her teary eyes and looked at him: "Are you Sakyamuni?!"
He lost his voice.
But the cool hand was still gently stroking her cheek.
It moistens things silently like soft drizzle.
"Are you Sakyamuni?!"
A spark rose from her palm, and by the light of the spark, she looked at him with wet eyes.
Under the gorgeous firelight, his eyes were dark and empty, his brows were calm and peaceful, and he looked at her lightly.
In an instant, it seemed as if he had returned to the cold and holy Buddha who grew lotus every step of the year, dressed in plain white clothes, without sorrow or joy, without desire or desire.
But at this moment, with his bare arms, he raised his hand gently, stroking her face.
Wiping away the tears at the end of her eyes, his face was full of snow, and his body still seemed to be shrouded in the light of Buddha.
But the Buddha's light has already become faint, almost disappeared.
It is obvious that his Dao heart has become more and more sinking.
"..." The eyes of the little beauty whose lips were rosy after being kissed trembled, and she looked at him with loose hair, her exposed shoulders were white and moist.
What the two of them were doing just now, although they have not gone further, it is no longer what a monk should do.
He couldn't possibly not know.
He knew it, but still—
She looked at him silently, and it seemed that tears were flickering again.
"Is it worth it?"
She said in a low voice, biting her red lips lightly.
"Little master, you should go back."
"Sit back on your lotus platform and be your Buddha."
"Do you know, if you are really with me, you-"
Really... never going back.
(end of this chapter)