time-limited addiction

The typhoon followed the heavy rain, roaring and roaring against the door panels, and the temperature dropped suddenly at night.

The Zhou family naturally has enough things for living and transportation, and self-cultivation, self-cultivation and vegetarianism will not treat their prince of the Zhou family badly.

There is no heating in the temple, and there is no fireplace for burning charcoal in the dormitory here.

Shen Jing was still afraid of the cold even though she was covered with two layers of quilts. She was really not in good health and was afraid of the cold.

I got up and rummaged through the closet, only the thin autumn blanket, I poked my head out of the window, the ginkgo tree was frightening, and the next room, the light was still on at two o'clock in the middle of the night.

result--

With a bang, the window in front of her was hit by a fallen ginkgo branch, and the glass shattered.

She was so frightened that she quickly retracted her fingers.

The window then clattered to the ground.

Shen Jing froze, "It's broken, I shouldn't have opened you up to be abused by the typhoon."

He quickly wrapped his coat tightly and knocked on Zhou Lüchen's door.

The door opens.

Zhuang Ming came out and saw Zhou Lüchen.

Xin's tall and tall figure was against the light, covered with shadows. He was wearing a pure black silk shirt with a slightly thinner fabric. He rested his hands on the doorknob, and said in a low and lazy voice, "What?"

"It's so cold." She was afraid that he would misunderstand him and throw himself into his arms, hugging her to the bed, so she quickly explained in a trembling voice, "I still want a quilt."

Zhou Lu looked at her intently, his long eyelashes trembling slightly as she spoke.

Standing outside the door, the typhoon crazily shook the old trees, and the shadows of the trees were bent. In such an environment, her shoulders and spine were extremely thin.

"Want a quilt?"

She hummed obediently.

Zhou Lüchen laughed so hard that his chest trembled slightly, and he directly took her hand to enter. The beauty's little hand was extremely cold in the palm of his hand.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is it so cold?"

Shen Jing spoke without confidence, "You didn't read the weather forecast."

He ordered, seemingly nonchalantly, "Close the door."

Shen Jing turned around, followed his words inexplicably and closed the door.

after that.

Her body suddenly vacated, and she was wrapped up in Zhou Lüchen's arms and thrown onto the bed.

A bed of soft pure white swan feathers supported her, and she was indeed much warmer than Mr. Tuesday's remaining body temperature.

Zhou Lüchen stood beside the big bed, with one long leg half pressed against the bed and his upper body leaning forward, looking at her.

The beauty's hair was spread out, she curled up and slowly moved to the pillow, her eyes timid and pitiful.

Zhou Lüchen narrowed his eyes and smiled, with a playful look on his face, "I crawled into bed in the middle of the night and missed my chance."

"I didn't..." Shen Jing refused, "If I can't sleep well, how can I copy scriptures for you tomorrow?"

Zhou Lüchen listened with great interest. His fingers suddenly pulled her hair hard and teased her. She furrowed her beautiful brows in pain and moaned repeatedly.

I have been patiently listening to Buddhist scriptures for several days, and I broke the precept by saying "I'm cold".

He unbuttoned his clothes and said, "Lie down."

Shen Jing got under the quilt and faced him obediently.

The lights were dim and dim.

The scent of his clothes and the sound of his breathing filled the air.

In her mind, only Zhou Lüchen and four words were left in her mind, sharing the same bed.

He didn't break the rules.

Neither did Shen Jing.

Whoever dares to take a step further will collapse at any time.

Although they do not believe in Buddhism, their quality does not allow them to cross the red line.

She really just came here to rub against the quilt. The body temperature on Zhou Luchen's body was so hot that it was so warm.

The two of them were tugging under the quilt.

She retreated to the edge of the bed in panic. Zhou Lüchen insisted on letting her sleep in his arms. Unable to stand still, she rested her head on the man's arm.

After several months of separation, they reunited. Except for the broken kiss, it seemed like she and he hadn't been in the same bed for a long time.

In the narrow space of the feather quilt, the panting became disordered, densely entangled with each other.

Zhou Luchen hugged her sideways and rubbed his forehead against hers, "Is it still cold?"

"It's not cold anymore."

"Come here." Shen Jing slowly raised her head to look at him. In her hazy eyes, his appearance became particularly vague and mysterious.

She nestled her cheek against the side of his neck and said, "My feet are very cold. Can I touch you?"

His voice was hoarse, "I feel too hot."

Shen Jing raised her lips, curled up and gently rubbed her two little feet to the edge of the man's thigh, lingering and rubbing them, and was quickly clamped by him.

He said with a smile in his voice, "Every time I hug you, I feel so thin."

Under the white quilt, she was trapped in his chest as a small, soft ball.

"Being vegetarian these days."

Zhou Luchen's fingers lingered on her shoulders and slowly rubbed, "Let Zhuang Ming order a meal for you tomorrow, and I will raise you to be fat and healthy from now on."

"I don't like big fish or meat, but shredded carrots are very fragrant." She didn't want it.

She also said, "The little master knows how to roast sweet potatoes. Last night he went to the open space in the backyard and dug out two. They were so big."

And gestures.

The size was drawn in front of Zhou Lüchen's eyes.

His eyes were dark and obscure, and he said nothing.

Shen Jing froze, "Did I say something wrong?"

Zhou Lüchen pushed her away and said, "Sleep by yourself."

Shen Jing was silent for a long time, roasting sweet potatoes with a 10-year-old monk.

Mr. Tuesday, who is as windy as the wind and as rainy as the rain, really has a bad temper.

She poked his hard back and said, "Don't be angry Zhou Lüchen, can I send it to you at the Buddhist temple tomorrow?"
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Clear water noodles for breakfast.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

Zhou Xiangqun held an umbrella with one hand, held a bunch of keys in his back hand, and wore an executive jacket throughout the year, with a dignified appearance.

It's rare that my brother is punished and even comes to see him on a rainy day.

Shen Jing greeted us like an old acquaintance, "Eat noodles."

Probably, Zhou Xiangqun gave her the impression that he clearly had the aura of a shady boss, but he was a high-ranking official with no airs and was very easy to get along with.

He closed his umbrella and put it away, took his bowl and chopsticks and sat down calmly, pretending to eat some noodles.

Shen Jing pushed Doujiang over, "Come out from Zhou's house, no feast?"

"Second meal." Zhou Xiangqun aligned his chopsticks, "Where's Ah Chen."

"He doesn't eat noodles." Shen Jing said.

"I'm begging you for mercy." Zhou Xiangqun scooped up a spoonful of bean paste, "I'll go back to the city at any time after copying the scriptures."

When he said this, he must have thought that he had finished copying the scriptures.

Shen Jing didn't dare to look up, "I haven't finished copying yet."

No fishing, just drying the net.

Zhou Xiangqun took a look at her and smiled, "You two deserve what you deserve."

"The person who spoke like this last time was already angry with me." Shen Jing smiled and said, "It's none of my business if he is punished. I'll keep him company for 7 days, 100 million."

Zhou Xiangqun looked at her.

"It will make money."

Shen Jing took a sip of water and said, "How can I be so indifferent to worldly fame and wealth as you are?"

Zhou Xiangqun ate the noodles slowly and wiped his mouth with a tissue, "Why don't you ask him for what you want."

The young master of an aristocratic family, who was always silent during food and sleep, had a lot to talk about with Shen Jing.

"I can't afford it." Shen Jing said slowly, "I have everything I should have, and I don't mind having more."

"Eat quickly, you have a greasy mouth and you are so ugly." Zhou Xiangqun tutted and pushed the tissue to her in disgust.

Shen Jing felt that this person was definitely blind and didn't put any oil on his face. How could the oil get on his mouth?

"You are just like Zhou Lüchen."

Zhou Xiangqun looked back, "What kind of thing."

Shen Jing mixed the noodles, "I can't spit out ivory."

We got along quite well, it was like chatting with each other.

outside the window.

Zhou Luchen watched the men and women eating noodles in silence.