Famous doctor and virtuous woman

Chapter 94
I sighed in my heart, could it be that I haven't seen a woman for a long time?

The sky was dark and it was drizzling, and seeing the woman standing quietly on the bridge again, the 'monk' felt itchy in his heart, and suddenly became playful, and said: "You said that I can't seduce good women with my appearance. Don't make a bet?"

"Oh?" The man in white put down his cup suspiciously.

The 'monk' pointed at the woman in green on the bridge, and said, "If I hook her up, what will you do? Do you dare to make this bet with me?"

The man in white got up, walked towards the window, and looked in the direction pointed by the 'monk'.On the bridge under the drizzle, a woman in green clothes stood quietly on the bridge. Just looking at the side, she could tell that she had a very beautiful face. From a distance, it was a beautiful scenery.

Upon closer inspection, it was somewhat familiar, and he was slightly taken aback for a moment.

"How about it? Do you want to bet?" The 'monk' looked terrified, made a habitual handsome gesture, and wiped his head.Feeling that the top was smooth, the corners of his mouth twitched violently a few times, mourning his lost three thousand hairs in his heart.

"Gamble, why don't you gamble?" The man in white's eyes flickered slightly, and he responded quietly.

The monk's eyes lit up, he quickly took out a mirror from his pocket, and took a picture of his own face. When he saw that he was dressed in red, he couldn't help frowning.

I have always liked red clothes, but I didn't expect that wearing them with a bald head would look so slutty.

No, that woman is so elegant, if you look at her in the current image, will you look too aggressive, don't scare her away. The 'monk' stroked his chin and thought for a while, then glanced outside, and finally landed on a clothing store, with a clever idea.

"Just wait, I'll go!" After speaking, the 'monk' turned over and jumped out of the window.

The man in white saw him leave, and smiled, noncommittal.

The 'monk' ran all the way to the clothing store, chose a pure white brocade garment, put it on, looked in the mirror, and wiped his head in satisfaction.Throwing a piece of silver to the shopkeeper, ignoring his weird gaze, he picked up an oiled paper umbrella that was placed beside the counter, opened it, and walked towards the bridge with graceful steps.

I haven't molested a woman for more than a year, and I feel a little nervous in my heart.

In the past, as long as he curled up a strand of blue hair with his jade finger and looked back and smiled, countless women would be obsessed with him, and if he moved his fingers slightly, all of them would throw themselves into his arms.

Now it's just missing a head of blue hair, so there is a trace of lack of self-confidence?
He rubbed his head again, and thought to himself, if the woman rejects him because she regards him as a monk, how should she deal with it?Are you saying that you are not a monk?Not only does this sound unreasonable, but it seems too frivolous. If you say that you are a monk, the other party may only have respect.

As if thinking of something, the eyes of the 'monk' flashed slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Under this kind of drizzle, most men don't know how to hold umbrellas, so all the umbrellas along the way are women.Seeing a monk in white holding an umbrella, many people looked at it curiously. When they caught a glimpse of the monk's handsome face, they couldn't help being stunned and forgot to react for a while.

The umbrella-holding 'monk' seemed to feel it, looked back very naturally, and was stunned as if puzzled, then smiled kindly, nodded lightly and moved on.

The women came back to their senses and lowered their heads in shame.

It was so rude to watch a monk in a daze, so he had to make others laugh.

(End of this chapter)