time-limited addiction

at night.

The little girl who lived next door secretly got up for a midnight snack, and the smell of sesame paste wafted over her.

Zhou Lüchen was still copying scriptures. He closed the window with disgust, took out the matchbox, slowly picked up the incense with his long fingers, wiped the fire, and lit the incense burner.

The unpleasant sesame smell finally dissipated.

Burning in the small cauldron, the fragrant musk in the tent is private.

The faint smell of milk lingers on the tip of the nose, and the smell that comes out is confusing and sweet.

He leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes tiredly to rest, smelled the rich incense, and dreamed in a trance.

The beauty's hair was swaying and she was sweating in his arms. She was crying and crying, "Uncle... I don't want it anymore... I don't want it anymore..."

The fun was getting intense. He had just pinched her cheek with his fingers and kissed her. Before he could see whose beautiful face it was, Zhuang Ming opened the door and said, "Second Young Master."

Disturbing his tenderness and dreams.

He opened his eyes.

Zhuang Ming: "I'm really sorry, I brought you the wrong incense."

With that said, Zhuang Ming opened the cauldron on the side of the desk, silently replaced it with Bai Qinan, and skillfully grilled it until it became fragrant.

Zhou Lushen glanced sideways at Zhuang Ming, and his voice was a little more contemptuous, "Bad thing."

After falling into Zhuang Ming's ears, he became very indifferent.

Zhuang Ming didn't understand and didn't dare to show surprise. He didn't know what good thing he had done to the second young master.

All I know is that the incense was given to me by a friend of the Second Young Master. The Second Young Master has always liked Bai Qinan, so he got the wrong incense today.

Look at the second young master again.

He leaned lazily on the pear wood chair, his long scarlet eyes filled with a touch of lust. After a moment, he sat upright and picked up his pen, squinting his eyes, and the lust dissipated.

That night I copied ten more chapters than last night.

All in Song style.

At this time, Shen Jing was squatting at the foot of the white wall, eating a bowl of sesame paste in her hand, saying to herself from time to time, "I wonder if the people next door like to stay up late and leave the lights off all night long."

"You want to treat someone to sesame paste?"

When she heard Sun Qiyan's voice, she looked up.

The coat in Sun Qiyan's arm covered her body, "If you're still hungry in the middle of the night, ask me to get up and cook for you next time."

Shen Jing pointed to the kitchen door, "There is another bowl in the pot for you."

Sun Qiyan chuckled, "You're so greedy, I'll leave it all to you."

"Then I'm welcome."

After not eating meat for a few days, it felt like she had lost a few ounces of meat. I had to think about something to cook for her tomorrow to nourish her energy and blood.

...

the next day.

Zhou Lv Shen was tired of copying scriptures and laws.

Taking advantage of the less snow, we went to the Heavenly King Buddha Hall to burn incense and offer incense.

Wearing a simple and elegant black suit, he held three sticks of incense steadily on his slender fingers, worshiping the golden Buddha statue on the high hall. The incense lingered, blurring the man's handsome profile.

What to ask for.

He asks for nothing. He respects the high platform and does not ask for anything.

Three sticks of incense are put into the incense burner.

The moment he turned around and walked out of the Buddhist hall, the bright yellow door curtain next to the Buddha statue was lifted up by a small white hand, and the little girl held a Buddhist scripture in her other hand.

Shen Jing was thinking about something in her mind and did not see Zhou Lüchen's back. Her eyes were unconsciously attracted to the three incense sticks on the incense table, burning slowly and rising in circles.

Is it the big shot from the next door yard who came out to burn incense?

Would such a powerful man have anything he couldn't ask for?

Outside the hospital.Snow falls.

Under the black umbrella with a mahogany bone handle, the man's back was gradually immersed in the wind and snow. The coolness of the garden was filled with an aura that could not be suppressed by the wind and snow, and he looked like a wealthy and proud man.

Zhou Lüchen had already walked far away, and Shen Jing's presence was not found from the beginning to the end.

He held an umbrella and returned to the East Pavilion, and then she carried the scriptures and walked back to the East Second Pavilion in the snow.

From beginning to end, neither of them noticed the other's existence.

The little kitten would always come to pick up Shen Jing on the way. She would eat from nowhere and her belly would be chubby. She would jump up and down and follow her in the snow.

"Have you had dinner."

"Meow~"

"There will be carrot dumplings later. Brother Qi Yan made them. Do you like them?"

"Meow meow meow…."

This time the meowing was louder. She was a greedy cat. After eating a meal in the yard next door, she had to eat another meal here.

"By the way, you are a monk in the temple, Meow Meow. Have you ever eaten meat?"

The cat doesn’t understand and will just meow and lead the way.

What a funny cat.

Shen Jing lowered her head and laughed, and her eyes happened to notice the light and faint prints of men's leather shoes left by the thin snow on the road.

42 yards?
should.

She used to often see men's leather shoes in size 42.

Sun Qiyan had been waiting for her to come back at the door early. When he saw her stepping across the threshold, he put the towel prepared on her head and wiped away the snow foam on her hair.

"Next time, remember to bring an umbrella. If you get caught in the snow, what should you do if you catch a cold?"

Shen Jing smiled with clear eyes, "I just went to the bookstore of the Buddhist temple to look for books, and I found two books for you."

Sun Qiyan raised his hand and touched her forehead with his index finger, his movements gentle.

"You, you, always run out and get cold. There is a heater in the house. Come in quickly."

"I'm not cold. I specially wore two sweaters today." She held out two fingers, looking cute and cute.

Really are.

Who can resist her like this.

"We'll have dumplings stuffed with carrots for dinner." Sun Qiyan urged her in a low voice, "Hurry and wash your hands, the food will be cold later."

Oh her.

Suddenly, I smell the fragrant smell of almond milk and bird's nest.

Shen Jing turned her head and looked out the door, and saw a monk passing by, carrying a gift box for the Manfu banquet, and walking quickly to the East Pavilion.

During the retreat, you still have to eat the almond-dew bird's nest from the Manfu banquet. Are you unable to swallow the porridge and side dishes from the temple? Is this person next door a man of wealth? Is he descended from the royal family?

The tabby cat is a very realistic meow. When he smelled the smell, he had already slipped away to have a meal in the East Pavilion next door.

When Shen Jing thought that she was just a wall cat, she complained, "My dumplings are not fragrant. Don't come tomorrow night."

Dinner at Dongge is ordered from Black Pearl Restaurant, and three meals a day are delivered on time.

Thinking that a wild cat will come to eat.

The cat also has a small bird's nest, as well as cat food.

Zhuang Ming fed her slowly, and she ate better than anyone else.

It probably won't be happy to eat dumplings next door tomorrow.

Zhou Lüchen leaned against the door frame and looked at the cat eating indifferently.

Zhuang Ming turned around, and happened to meet the eyes of the second young master. He didn't dare to look directly at him. His shining eyes seemed to say: If you eat from him, you can't eat from others.
Zhuang Mingke tried his best to feed this little thing.

This feral cat is extremely prone to swaying from side to side.