Don't eat fast, don't quit sex: Happy female monk

After hearing this, Han Yan felt warm in her heart.

It turns out that the Liyuan has never been forgotten, never forgotten--

"I also have another name called Yuhua, but you can call it whatever you like," Yuhua said.

"I like the pear garden," Han Yan said

"Liyuan..."

"Han Yan..."

The two held hands and smiled at each other

Nothing seems to have changed, it's still the magnolia tree, but there are two more bright smiling faces under the tree

A sad woman is missing, replaced by two beautiful shadows like the sky

Jihua never thought that she would still have such feelings for a woman...

It seems that my sexual orientation is diverse...

What a blessing, hehe

The two of them cuddled up to each other, making people envious...

"Are you willing to go with me?" Jie Hua asked.

"Of course, from now on, wherever you go, I will go. I live just to wait for this day to be with you forever and never be separated," Han Yan said

Then Yaohua told Han Yan about the blood sacrifice, and Han Yan immediately agreed.

Although Yanhua only said a few words, Hanyan immediately asked her to send him to the world of spiritual consciousness.

"You don't even ask why?" Yaohua said.

"I will always support what you want to do. As for why, it doesn't matter. I just want to support you," Han Yan said with a smile.

"Tsk, tsk", two words of praise came out of her mouth.

Yan'er is still obedient, those men have to ask each of them clearly, it's really laborious

Hanyan is destined to become the most caring person to Yuhua

Han Yan's blood sacrifice was completed without any suspense...

There is an extra dark green plum on the tree... exuding a long fragrance...

The scent is extraordinarily different...

Han Yan and others stood under the white lotus tree, staring at the twelve flowers of various colors on the tree.

The epiphyllum of Cangyan, the jasmine of Qian Mountain, the narcissus of Muli, the rose of Shuizexian, the peony of Xunyang, the gladioli of Nianyuan, the black plum of Hanyan, the wisteria of Motanlin, the blood-red Manzhushahua, Durex's

Daisies, red mountain poppies, green luan pansies

One is not too much, one is too little, there are exactly twelve flowers