Although he looked like a somewhat cold and hard man, he was unexpectedly soft when kissing. Wu Zhen let go of Mei Zhuyu, and saw that he was still confused and his lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something.

She got too close and heard a few sporadic words, "I always answer... I'm quiet..."

What? Wu Zhen thought for a moment of confusion, and suddenly came back to his senses. The little husband was chanting the Sutra of Jingjing... He was suddenly kissed by a woman. He said that, but he shouldn't be chanting the Sutra, right? If he said it, he might be laughed to death.

Wu Zhen thought it was so funny that he couldn't help laughing. Seeing that Xiao Langjun was still holding her head down with a blank face and bent over, she patted Xiao Langjun's chest with a funny look, "Langjun, you're coming back to your senses."

Then she patted the poor young man who was molested by her and laughed at by her, and fell into the flowers, and suddenly the flowers flew away.

Mei Zhuyu, who had fallen a little, finally calmed down. He supported himself and half sat up, and helped up the branches that were lying on his body. Suddenly, his eyes darkened. Wu Zhen squatted in front of him, looked at him with subtle eyes, and asked softly: "Mr. Lang, do you mind our wedding date a little in advance?"

Everyone has a love for beauty. Wu Zhen likes to play with the beautiful ladies and gentlemen, which is pleasing to the eye, but she never thinks she is a lustful person, because beautiful people are like beautiful flowers, and they are all based on appreciation. She has no injustice. But at that moment, when she saw the young gentlemen lying in shock in the flowers, sitting up with her lips pursed, her neck was red, and she looked a little embarrassed but silent, and she suddenly felt a little wanted to pounce on it.

This is the first time this feeling. It’s strange to say that the little husband is very bored. He doesn’t like to talk or lively, and looks ordinary. Why is he more attractive to her than those handsome husbands?

Mei Zhuyu didn't know why she suddenly turned to this matter again, and she couldn't make a turn and murmured: "...In advance?"

Wu Zhen: "Ah, because I think you, the husband who is going to recite the Qingjing Sutra when you are kissed, should not agree with any intimate contact before getting married."

Mei Zhuyu: "..." Did you recite the Sutra of Purity and Quietness just now?

Wu Zhen: "Or, you saw my behavior today and felt that you couldn't accept it. Don't want to marry me anymore?"

Mei Zhuyu's chest undulated for a moment, and immediately said, "No, I want to marry you, there is nothing wrong with you, it's me that I'm not right." He has lived in the observation for so long, and there is always a difference between him and ordinary people, and he doesn't know how to get along with women. If there is a problem between them, this problem probably comes from himself. Mei Zhuyu thought of his embarrassed reaction just now, and began to reflect on whether he was too reserved. But if he really wanted to do this... he couldn't do it.

Wu Zhen stopped talking, but just looked at the little man who was serious and firm tone but slightly nervous. A blood-red azalea fell from his heart, like his red ears that had not yet faded. Wu Zhen suddenly reached out and pinched the flower, grabbed Mei Zhuyu with his other hand, and pulled him out of the flowers.

The two walked side by side again, Wu Zhen played with the blood-red azalea, thought about something, and then ate the flower plug in his mouth.

These azaleas are edible and tasted sweet and sour. When the flowers bloomed in the mountains, nearby farmers bought large bundles of flowers to sell in the city. Many families and restaurants and shops would use these flowers to make some fresh flower cakes and cakes to eat.

Wu Zhen was thinking, and suddenly felt his hands tightening. He turned his head to look and saw Mei Zhuyu pulling her wrist.

"As long as you want, you can do whatever you do." Mei Zhuyu said, as if he had been brewing for a long time before he said this sentence, his tone was very solemn.

Wu Zhen sprained his feet and almost couldn't control it.

What's going on? Could it be that I'm old now, so I have poor concentration? Wu Zhen thought.

Mei Zhuyu frowned and walked forward, held her with one hand, bent down to check her feet. "Did you sprain your feet?"

It really sprained, but it wasn't serious, it was just a little painful. Wu Zhen didn't take this little thing at all. But seeing Mei Zhuyu caring, she smiled and said with the flow: "Is it sprained, otherwise you will carry me?"

After saying that, she felt that the young man who was pushing down once, did he have the strength to do it? It turned out that there was, and Mei Zhuyu carried her up without saying a word.

Wu Zhen lay comfortably on the back of the little Langjun, and unexpectedly found that the back was quite wide and thick, and the arms were very strong. Looking at her thin body, I didn't expect that after walking a long and narrow mountain road with such a not-so-light person on her back, he didn't breathe heavily. Is it because the little Langjun is strong or she is not as heavy as she thought?

After walking through the trail, the road ahead was slightly wider, and there was a big rock beside the road. Mei Zhuyu walked to the big rock, put Wu Zhen down, then squatted in front of her, and lifted her sprained foot.

Just as Wu Zhen was about to say it was okay, he felt a sudden severe pain in his ankle. He almost shouted out unexpectedly, but at least he held it back. Then Mei Zhuyu put down her legs and said, "Okay."

To be honest, Wu Zhen felt that it didn't hurt much after spraining just now, but now it hurts when Mei Zhuyu presses it like this. She touched her legs and felt that it might be blue. It seems that Xiao Langjun's strength is really great.

Wu Zhen said in a cold sweat: "The technique is quite neat."

Mei Zhuyu was unconscious and was still answering seriously: "When I was a child, I often sprained my ankle, and I got used to it when I deal with it too much."

Wu Zhen: "Oh? It seems that you were a naughty child when you were a child. You would often sprain your ankle when you ran around."

Mei Zhuyu opened his mouth, but said nothing, and agreed. He was sent to the temple when he was young. He could only see his parents once a year, and practiced in the temple for the rest of the time. Most of the days of practice were hard and quiet. Although his master loved him, he never felt ruthless when teaching. When he was a few years old, he was always practicing qi, and he couldn't help lifting his body. Master raised hundreds of stone stakes with a wide fist, which made him practice on it. At first, he didn't understand the Dharma, and he would fall down, so he often sprained his ankles and his ankles were always swollen. Later, when he learned to deal with his foot injuries, he learned the technique of flying.

Later, the junior nephews also started to practice to improve their energy. He waited by the side. When someone was injured, he would help deal with it. The junior nephews were always pressed to cry bitterly by him. Mei Zhuyu never understood why the junior nephews shouted so miserably, maybe because they were too spoiled. As for his childhood, he had nothing to do with the word naughty.

Mei Zhuyu was unwilling to tell Wu Zhen about these things. The world he came into contact with was a world that ordinary people could not see, and he did not want his lover to be involved in those dangerous things because of himself.
Chapter completed!