Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Little master...little master, please wake up."

She was really frightened by his strong look, her eyes filled with tears, and she seemed to want to cry.

She was obviously the one who seduced people first, and she was also the one who said the provocative words first.

But when he was assertive, she panicked as if she had been wronged.

The clothes were in a mess and were torn into strips of cloth.

She lay there, pushing him, with red eyes, as if she had been greatly bullied.

"you are bullying me……"

"Please wake up..."

The little beauty was like a bullied little rabbit, pitiful and extremely delicate.

She is not squeamish in other ways, but this is what makes her particularly squeamish.

In the past, he was coaxed too well, but the result was that he couldn't be seen to be even a little bit too rough.

This was the first time that he tore her clothes, pressed her hard, blocked her mouth, and was very fierce.

She was frightened and looked at him helplessly.

The ends of his eyes were slightly red, moist, and shimmering.

His movements finally stopped, and the pressure on her hand suddenly relaxed.

Only then could she raise her hand to wipe her eyes, sniffing and her nose was red.

She looked at him aggrievedly and with red eyes.

He finally lowered his head and slowly rubbed her face.

Like a cat, it is silently showing kindness.

The violent movements just now became much gentler at that moment.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you about your wishes."

He whispered huskily, getting off her.

Lying on her side, she gently wiped her tears with some caution.

"Sorry, I was wrong."

"I won't do it anymore. You can go to sleep. Don't be afraid..."

He picked up the quilt on the side and helped her cover her exposed skin.

"I'm sorry...I couldn't control it for a moment..."

"I just like you so much..."

The little beauty who was still crying suddenly stopped crying.

"I?"

She was stunned for a moment.

Then, he suddenly raised his hazy tearful eyes and looked at him: "Are you Sakyamuni?!"

He lost his voice.

But the slightly cold hand was still caressing her cheek gently.

Like soft drizzle, it moistens things silently.

"Are you Shakya?!"

Sparks rose in her palms, and she looked at him with wet eyes through the light of the sparks.

Under the gorgeous firelight, his eyes were empty and dark, and his brows were calm and peaceful, looking at her lightly.

In an instant, it seemed that he was back to the cold holy Buddha with lotuses growing step by step, dressed in plain white clothes, without sorrow, joy, desire or pursuit.

But at this moment, with his bare arms, he gently raised his hand and touched her face.

Wiping away the tears at the end of her eyes, his face was as white as snow, and his body seemed to be still shrouded in Buddha's light.

But the Buddha's light has already become vague and has almost disappeared.

It was obvious that his Taoist heart was sinking more and more.

"..." The little beauty's eyes were trembling after being kissed, her lips were red, and she looked at him with her hair disheveled, and her exposed shoulders were white and shiny.

Although what the two people were doing just now has not gone any further, it is no longer what monks should do.

There's no way he doesn't know.

He knew it clearly, but still——

She looked at him silently, as if she was shedding tears again.

"Is it worth it?"

She said softly, biting her red lips.

"Little master, you should go back."

"Sit back on your lotus platform and be your Buddha."

"Do you know that if you are really together with me, you will-"

It's really...there's no going back.