Chapter 3511: Belonging to her marriage, how about the monk (4) (for votes)

Just when Leng Yumo thought he would not answer.
She heard the young monk humming.
what--!
Leng Yumo felt 10,000 fireworks blooming in her heart at this moment.
She was so anxious to jump up, howl and shout at the sea in front of her, to vent her joy.
reserved!
You must hold on to Leng Yumo!
What if the young monk who got caught is scared away?
After calming down, I saw that the pair of slender and shapely young monks, like jade carving, clean hands that do not even touch blood, are processing fishy shrimps.
I was reluctant for a while.
She grabbed the little monk's hand. "Don't cook, I have dry food, just deal with it."
Even if the young monk's hands are not used for chanting, not under the shroud of Buddha light, they should be clean, and the fingers are not touched by the spring water.
How can you handle these fishy shrimp?
Jing Yuan looked up at her.
The long eyelashes hang down, and even if I try to stretch it, I can't stretch the corner of the upturned mouth.
"Little monk ... I've been alone for many years when I didn't worship Master before. These things I can do ..."
After a pause, he said again, "My skills are not bad."
"In the future, I can also make it for you every day. You ... don't need to eat others."
Leng Yumo froze for a long time before reacting.
Jing Yuan repeated what Lu Junjia said before.
It turned out that he had protected himself not only in the distance.
Even the conversation between himself and Lu Junjia was heard.
Not only did I hear it, but I was jealous.
Leng Yumo even had a sweet smile on her eyebrows. "Okay, I will only eat the little monk in the future."
Jing Yuan's face turned redder.
The radian of the corner of the mouth is higher.
The sun fell on his side, and the little monk's fair and crimson skin shone to the slightest.
Obviously a man, but his skin is better than himself.
There were almost no flaws on his face.
How could there be so handsome, so shy, and so cute little monk in the world!
Every trace is like tailored to fit your own mind.
A burst of impulse came to my heart.
Leng Yumo suddenly leaned over, and her lips touched the little monk's face lightly.
The motion in Jing Yuan's hand suddenly lifted his head.
Those lacquered black eyes stared at her.
From clear to cloudy.
From confused to blazing.
Leng Yumo looked at those eyes, and her face burned a little.
She forced the shyness and confusion, and turned her head away from the man's eyes: "Look what? If you don't watch the fire, the water will dry up."
However, even if I didn't look back, the hot eyes did not recede from myself for a moment.
Just when Leng Yumo could not bear to turn back.
There was a violent shaking under the feet.
"what happened?"
Leng Yumo was startled, and then felt a pair of strong and powerful hands hooped around her waist, and her body suddenly rose into the air.
The island below, which had been bitten by the black turtle, was falling apart at this time.
Leng Yumo exclaimed, "Your fish soup!"
There was a low laugh in my ears.
This time, the little monk's voice was no longer holy and clean with the Buddha's nature.
It is inexplicable low magnetic like feathers plucking atrium.
Leng Yumo only felt the heat of her ears.
Then I saw that the fish soup flew into the sleeve of the young monk with the hot pot.