I waited outside the door in the rain for a while.
The wooden door was opened with a creak.
Ye Siming was wearing a black underwear.
His eyes were as cold as the clouds in this cold night.
A faint displeasure.
Kongjue looked up and down at him: "Why are you taking off your clothes?"
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't take off his clothes when he sleeps?"
sleep!?
He slept with his sister Noor?
Kongjue's eyes widened.
He looked inside.
Ye Siming immediately blocked his gaze.
The boy was a little impatient: "Bald Monk, what are you doing?"
Kongjue clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.
"Marty, let me see His Highness the Princess."
"She's asleep and can't be disturbed."
As expected, Kongjue was rejected.
Kongjue pursed his lips and took a long time to say: "But it is probably not good for the Marquis and the Princess to live in the same room."
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "What?"
"Although His Highness is still young, there is nothing different between men and women."
"What do you want?"
Kong Jue blinked calmly: "If I let the monk stay in the house and the three of them go on a journey, no one will misunderstand, and no gossip about the princess will be heard."
Ye Siming sneered: "Whoever dares to spread gossip, I will cut off my tongue. You don't have to stay."
He was about to close the door, but Kongjue hurriedly pressed the door frame: "Mr. Marquis!"
"Um..." The little man lying on the bed inside turned over.
It seems like I'm about to wake up.
Ye Siming gritted his teeth, and Bo Dan's eyes aroused a burst of impatientness.
He lowered his voice and threatened Hokage: "It's okay to let you in, but there's no place to sleep for you."
"I don't care."
What else is more important than the innocent sister?
Why is Yongye so ignorant? He should find a rest room for the princess alone?
Ye Siming said coldly: "She worked very hard during the day today. I don't want to wake her up and rest, otherwise I'd beat you up and look for teeth now."
When Kongjue faced his horrifying words, he tried hard to calm down and clasped his hands together: "Cultivating the mind lies in cultivating the nature."
Ye Siming frowned even more.
What kind of literary words are as long-winded as the old bald donkey back then.
He turned his body sideways: "Come in, stop talking nonsense."
Kongjue took the initiative to go in and patted the raindrops on his body at the door.
The movements were cautious and light, for fear of waking up the little figure who was asleep on the bed.
Her white and tender little face lay on the side in the soft pillow, and her black soft hair was resting in her ears, describing a well-behaved shadow.
The little guy's sleeping face makes it more childish and cute.
Kongjue smiled.
Before I could take a closer look, a young man with a cold face stood in front of me.
Ye Siming stared at him: "What are you looking at?"
Kong Jue quickly lowered his eyes and closed his hands: "Ami..."
"What?" Ye Siming pushed him and yelled in a low voice: "Go to sleep there."
He pointed at a small bamboo couch in the corner of the wall.
Kongjue walked over silently.
Just as he sat down, he found Ye Siming was actually lying beside Gu Nuoer in his clothes!