Liaochen tried to read qingxinjing in his heart, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

Xiao Zixi's breathing sound, Xiao Zixi's heart beating sound, and Xiao Zixi's carefully looking at his eyes, seem to appear in the dust's eyes and ears, so that he can't even read the Buddhist scriptures. The whole person's heart is just the person sitting in front of him and everything about him.

Xiao Zixi doesn't know the mind of the dust.

The script she saw today is another one of a monk and a princess.

Today's story book It seems to be more serious. In the beginning, the monk and the princess took off their clothes. Xiao Zixi quickly closed the script, and his face turned red. Put that book on the table.

I keep thinking about those things in my head.

In fact, if Xiao Zixi had been educated about these things in the past, or had been in contact with similar things, she would not have seen them secretly. But for them, Duke Zhou's rites were always taboo. Xiao Zixi knew something about them, but when he saw the vivid pictures in the storybook, he would still be curious.

She couldn't help looking at it, but she was so ashamed of it that her toes in her shoes curled up unconsciously.

Xiao Zixi felt that she must be ill.

Otherwise, why do you think of dust when you see those storybooks?

She felt particularly ashamed of the idea.

This person has always been unattainable, if he knew the idea, probably in the future will never pay attention to.

Even if she knelt down in front of him and begged him, he would never talk to her again.

Thinking of this, Xiao Zixi's face turned pale.

She closed her eyes tightly. Her eyes were even a little wet. She thought she must be ill. Maybe I'm sick.

Otherwise, why can't she always control to look at those things? It's just to look at them. She can't help thinking about them. All she thinks about is the picture of dust and her together.

Feel the tangle of Xiao Zi Xi, the dust slightly opened his eyes.

In fact, he can probably guess what is in the script.

Most of the things sent by Wenjun are not good things. How can that person say that .....… What he thinks and does is different from ordinary people.

Ordinary people are ashamed to show their desires at will, but Wen Jun probably doesn't think so.

The dust looked at Xiao Zi Xi slightly wet eyelashes, think of the words that may appear in the script, suddenly feel a dark heart.

With a slight puff, he stood up and walked out of the cabin.

This is what he does when he can't control it.

It was the seventh day that the boat was drifting in the ocean, and she felt more and more unable to control herself. Even the effect of qingxinjing was not so obvious.

He closed his eyes slightly, and there was a little pain on his face.

Xiao Zixi felt the dust go out, just slightly opened his eyes.

Her body was covered with dust cassock.

I don't know if Wen Jun even thought that they couldn't take a bath. Even after a few days, they didn't feel any discomfort. Even the dust's cassock still had the smell of bamboo leaves, which made Xiao Zixi tightly grasp the dust's cassock.

Really It smells good.

She tried to be reserved and proud to sit, the script on the table was spread out by her, she looked at the words in the script with a faint yellow light.