"So miserable?" Ye Zi’an was beginning to suspect if Yang Chuxia was lying to him.
"Of course." Yang Chuxia yawned and murmured, "The main thing is, we don’t have a beautiful, thoughtful, and innocent guy like you over there. You’re like a rare animal where I co from."
Ye Zi’an found the first part amusing, but when it got to the part about being an "animal," he couldn’t help but sweat.
"If you’re tired, go to sleep earlier, my dear."
"Hmm, I will." Yang Chuxia said, sliding off him and muttering, "I still need to eat more and gain so weight, this doesn’t feel satisfying to touch."
Faced with such obvious teasing, if he didn’t have any reaction, he should start questioning whether there was sothing wrong with himself.
"My dear, why don’t you sleep a bit later? Exercise will make your sleep sweeter."
Upon hearing those words, Yang Chuxia opened her sleepy eyes again, seeing that Ye Zi’an’s eyes had taken on a slightly seductive look.
She smacked his hand with exasperation, "Stop thinking about nonsense, it’s not suitable for you right now."
"No way? Do I still have to continue being a monk?" Ye Zi’an bemoaned. Ever since he got poisoned, he hadn’t been happy, and now he still couldn’t? He was almost convinced he was dood.
"What are you complaining about? I’ve been living like a nun myself, so we’re even." Yang Chuxia was speechless. Could she admit that there’s not a mont she hated that Prince Le more than now?
What kind of stupid poison did he give? It’s not considerate at all. Even an aphrodisiac would have been better than this.
"My dear." Ye Zi’an tugged at her sleeve, "Monks and nuns are a pair by nature, why don’t we sneak a taste of the forbidden fruit while the Master isn’t around?"
"..." Yang Chuxia was stunned, then burst out laughing, "Haha..."
"Wow, Xiao’an, could you be any funnier? Sneak a taste of the forbidden fruit? You go ahead, I’m not keeping you company." Yang Chuxia ruffled his soft hair and giggled, "Endure it, young man!"
"Aww..." Upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an rolled around on the bed, then with a ss of hair asked Yang Chuxia impatiently, "Layman Xiaxia, how much longer must this little monk abstain?"
Yang Chuxia suppressed her laughter and said, "Mu Shaoling said you can’t do anything that would harm your inner energy for at least three months. I’ve calculated, you need to endure for over a month more."
"Pfft..." Hearing this, Ye Zi’an buried his face, then after a while, he looked up and said, "My dear, this monk is about to bleed to death from frustration. You decide what to do."
Yang Chuxia glanced at him indifferently, "Want to give you two ice cubes?"
"Sigh..." Ye Zi’an let out a long sigh, and finally said, "When I catch Prince Le one day, I swear I’ll give him dicine that makes him impotent and piss him off."
The corner of Yang Chuxia’s mouth twitched slightly, she didn’t respond, just closed her eyes and continued to sleep. She was genuinely tired, and no matter how much the person beside her tossed and turned, she slept soundly.
A good night’s sleep.
Except that the mont she opened her eyes the next day, she saw right into a pair of deep eyes, with dark circles below them.
"Wow, did you go out stealing last night? How did you end up with panda eyes?"
"This ti, I’m at odds with Prince Le, till death do us part!" Ye Zi’an continued to murmur gloomily, then jumped out of bed and hurried to get dressed.
He was so fast that Yang Chuxia didn’t even have ti to react.
By the ti she ca to her senses, he had already walked out the door, "Haha... Oh my! That’s hilarious..."
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