Chapter 22 (1/2)

”Ah!”

Liu Yan was surprised and exclaimed. She looked at the waste in amazement, but found that the waste was looking at her. In her eyes, there was also a soul stirring like a flame burning fiercely.

Suddenly, he was shy, uneasy, excited and hesitant. He quickly staggered his head and stroked his chest with catkin.

If not, she is really afraid that her heart will jump out.

But she didn't feel the exposure of spring at all. She just blushed, slightly lowered and astringently thought. Was he confessing to me?

A monk is just a profession. Does he mean that he

All kinds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, such as the tide, made Liu Yan stunned at once.

”Eh!”

At the moment when Liu Yan was stunned, waste was also stunned. It was a gentle exclamation and called out.

His eyes stared straight at Liu Yan's body. The frightened expression explained the excitement in his heart at the moment.

Yes, he did have enough reason to be excited, because he found one thing. There were more crimson emotions on Liu Yan. After he had just finished that sentence, there were more.

Although the newly increased ones are extremely delicate and light in color, they are actually more.

The wasted heart was shocked and jumped, which was so exciting.

But why does this scarlet love suddenly increase?

Vaguely, idleness was hearing the voice of Liu Yan's eerie language: ”but you are a monk, I am a widow, we...”

At the end of the sound, it was too thin to hear.

But it was the sound that was so weak that it could hardly be heard. In the ears of the wasted, it was like a bolt from the blue, straight above the head.

He almost wanted to jump up and roar.

Because he wanted to understand why the crimson love in Liu Yan's body suddenly increased a few, because Liu Yan liked him a little more than before.

In other words, as long as the beauty likes herself, the deeper the love, the more and more intense the crimson love. Moreover, the higher the grade of the beauty who likes herself, the higher the grade of the love.

That's it, that's it, that must be it!

The wasted heart shouted wildly. A face has become red because of excitement and excitement. In the eyes, there is more light, and the hands are tightly held together.

This appearance, saw Liu Yan's eyes, but it was another idea.

He, he is so excited, is it because what I just said is too direct? Did it hurt his self-esteem?

But what I said is the truth after all. Although I admit that you are excellent and exciting, the combination of monk and widow can not be accepted by the secular world.

Pooh, Pooh!

What is this thinking in my heart? Is it really lonely for too long? Have I begun to yearn for the moisture of love?

Or is his performance too outstanding, which really makes me like him?

But I refused him like this. I'm afraid he's going to be angry? Won't you come to me again?

……

In the loss of worrying about gain and loss, Liu Yan gently pulled out a bitter smile.