Chapter 923
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Because it wasn't noon, when Shen Wanqing came over, Yan Fan was a little surprised to see her.
Yan Fan was wearing an aqua blue monk's robe today, and his eyes were still a little drowsy. His originally excessively seductive face seemed to have an additional touch of gentleness.
He walked over unhurriedly with a careless smile on his lips. "Why did Your Highness come over so early today?"
Shen Wanqing walked over and sat on the chair. She smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "I should be the one asking Yan Fan this question. Why don't I see you every time I go to morning classes? "
Hearing this, Yan Fan lazily raised his eyebrows, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was enchanting and devilish. "Morning classes are too boring. This little monk really doesn't have much interest."
It was indeed very boring.
Life in the temple, other than the three meals a day, was left with chanting scriptures, chanting scriptures, chanting scriptures, chanting scriptures …
Shen Wanqing took out two cans of Vang Tsai milk and placed them on the table. She opened one and handed it to Yan Fan. Yan Fan took it very naturally.
After Yan Fan thanked her, he took a light sip. The rich milky fragrance filled his mouth. It was a very familiar taste.
"Yan Fan … have you ever thought of renouncing secular life?" Shen Wanqing held the Vang Tsai milk and took a small sip. Then she raised her eyes to look at Yan Fan.
She pursed her lips and seemed a little nervous.
Shen Wanqing's words made Yan Fan pause. He narrowed his long and narrow peach blossom eyes, and the corners of his eyes were soul-stirring. "Your Highness, why did you suddenly ask Yan Fan this question?"
"…" Shen Wanqing slightly pursed her red lips.
She had clearly thought of the words when she came over. Why was it so difficult to speak when she really had to face it?
Shen Wanqing thought that if Yan Fan's identity wasn't a respectable monk, and if Yan Fan wasn't so devout to Buddha, Shen Wanqing might really casually say that she liked him.
But Yan Fan wasn't like that. In the eyes of the monks in the temple, Yan Fan's personality was eccentric and unpredictable. He didn't care about chanting scriptures at all. He skipped morning classes, didn't accept precepts, and ate meat.
Although he wore a simple and scrupulous monk's robe and often held a string of smooth and round agate arm beads, his behavior and habits were very different from ordinary monks.
But Shen Wanqing, who had been with Yan Fan for a month, understood that Yan Fan had Buddha in his heart, and he respected Buddha more than anyone else.
He looked like a demonic monk with evil charm who could steal souls. But in fact, his heart was pure and his six senses were pure and untainted by the secular world.
Shen Wanqing was a little hesitant. She raised her eyes and suddenly met the young man's dark blue eyes.
She bit her lips and drank a mouthful of Vang Tsai milk. Shen Wanqing slowly said, "Hey … Yan Fan, actually you know, right? You know that I like you. "
The girl's tea-colored eyes were fixed on him. Her misty eyes were as clear as the water in a lake.
When he first came, Yan Fan noticed Shen Wanqing's different mood, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.
Yan Fan didn't speak, but the girl in front of him didn't give up. She reached out and grabbed Yan Fan's sleeve. She looked up at him persistently. "You know, right? You've always known. "
She murmured in a trance, and her fingertips were tightly grasping his sleeve.
It seemed that if Yan Fan didn't give her an answer, Shen Wanqing wouldn't let him go.
Shen Wanqing's fingertips curled up helplessly, and her voice trembled. "Tell me … why don't you answer?"
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