Because it was not noon, when Shen Wanqing came over, Yan fan was surprised to see her.
The monk's robe Yan fan put on today is water blue, and his eyebrows and eyes are still a little sleepy. His face, which was too flirtatious and seductive, seems to be more gentle.
He walked over leisurely, with a casual smile on the corners of his mouth, "why did your highness come so early today?"
Shen Wanqing came and sat on the chair. She smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "I'm going to ask Yan fan. Why don't I see you every morning?"
Smelling the speech, Yan fan lazily picked the tip of his eyebrows, and the cinnabar nevus in his eyebrows was enchanting and evil. "Early class is too boring. I really can't bring up any interest."
It's really boring.
Apart from three meals a day, the rest of life in the temple is chanting scriptures, and then chanting scriptures
Shen Wanqing took out two cans of wangzi milk and put them on the table. She opened one and handed it to Yan fan. Yan fan took it very naturally.
After Yan fanxie, he took a sip, and the rich milk fragrance filled his mouth, which was a very familiar taste.
"Yan fan... Have you ever thought about returning to vulgarity?" Shen Wanqing took a sip of Wangzai milk, then looked up at Yan fan.
She pursed her lips and seemed a little uneasy.
Shen Wanqing's words stopped Yan fan. He slightly narrowed his narrow peach eyes, and the end of his eyes was affectionate. "Your Highness suddenly asked Yan fan why?"
"..." Shen Wanqing pursed his red lips slightly.
Clearly, when I came here, I had already thought about the wording. Why is it so difficult to speak when I really have to face it.
Shen Wanqing thought that if Yan fan's identity is not a respected monk, and Yan fan is not so pious to the Buddha, Shen Wanqing may really say that he likes it.
But Yan fan is not. In the eyes of those monks in the temple, Yan fan's character is strange and unpredictable. He didn't pay attention to chanting scriptures and Buddha at all. He skipped early classes, didn't accept precepts and was tainted with meat.
Although he wore a monk's robe and often held a string of smooth and round agate arm beads, his behavior was very different from that of ordinary monks.
But this month, Shen Wanqing, who has been with Yan fan, understands that Yan fan has a Buddha in his heart and respects him more than anyone else.
It seems that he is a demon monk with evil spirits and ghosts. In fact, his heart is a God's residence with pure heart and few desires, six clean roots and no worldly dust.
Shen Wanqing hesitated a little. She raised her eyes and suddenly looked at the young man's dark blue pupils.
After she bit her lip and drank wangzi milk, Shen Wanqing slowly said, "Na... Yan fan, in fact, you know? You know I like you."
The girl's tea eyes looked at him with water vapor, as if they were clear lake water.
When he first came, Yan fan noticed Shen Wanqing's different emotions, but he didn't expect to come so fast.
Yan fan didn't speak. The girl in front of her didn't give up. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Yan fan's sleeve. She looked up at him. "You know, right? You always know."
She asked in a trance, her fingertips clutching his sleeves tightly.
That way, it was as if Yan fan wouldn't let him go if he didn't give her an answer.
Shen Wanqing's fingertips curled up helpless, and her voice trembled. "You say... Why don't you answer?"