Chapter 3511

When Leng Yumo thought he would not answer. She heard the little monk murmur "um". Ah! Leng Yumo felt that there were 10000 fireworks in her heart. She really wanted to jump up, howl and dance in front of the sea to vent her joy. Reserved! Leng Yumo, you must be reserved! What if the little monk is scared away? When he finally calmed down, he saw that the little monk's slender and well proportioned hands, such as jade carving, were dealing with the smelly and dirty fish and shrimp. In the heart a burst of reluctant. She grabbed the little monk's hand, "don't cook, I have dry food, just deal with it." Even if the little monk's hands don't need to recite sutras, they should be clean and free from the sunshine. How can we deal with these smelly fish and shrimp? Jingyuan looked up at her. Long eyelashes hang down, even if the effort to taut, but also taut not live up the corner of the mouth“ Little monk... Before I entered the master's door, I wandered alone for many years. These are the things I can do... "After a pause, he said," my skill is not bad. "“ I can make it for you every day. You don't have to eat other people's food. " Leng Yumo was stunned for a long time. Jingyuan repeats what Lu Junjia said before. It turned out that he was not only protecting himself in the distance. Even I heard the conversation between myself and Lu Junjia. Not only heard, but also jealous. Leng Yumo even brought a sweet smile on his eyebrows and eyes. "Well, I'll only eat what you made, little monk." Jingyuan's face is redder. The curvature of the corner of the mouth is higher. The sun fell on his side face, shining the little monk's white and scarlet skin. He is a man, but his skin is better than himself. There was almost no blemish on his face. How can there be such a handsome, shy and lovely little monk in the world! Every trace and every point seems to be made according to one's own mind. An impulse came to me. Leng Yumo suddenly got close to him and touched his lips on the monk's face. The action in the net far hand is one meal, suddenly raise a head. That pair of black eyes like paint staring at her. From clear to turbid. From bewilderment to blazing. Leng Yumo was seen by those eyes, and his face burned a little. She forced down the shyness and confusion, turned away from the man's sight: "what are you looking at? If you don't look at the fire, the water will be dry. " However, even if I didn't look back, my hot eyes didn't fade away from me for a moment. Just when Leng Yumo couldn't bear to go back. There was a violent shaking of the ground under my feet“ What's going on? " Leng Yumo was surprised, and then he felt a pair of strong hands around his waist, and his body suddenly soared. The island, which had been bitten by the tortoise, was disintegrating. Leng Yumo exclaimed, "your fish soup!" There was a low laugh in my ear. This time, the little monk's voice is no longer holy and clean with Buddha nature. But inexplicably like a feather to stir the heart of the general low magnetic. Cold plume foam only feel a hot ear. Then I saw the fish soup and the crystal pot flying into the little monk's sleeve.