"Uh... The master just remembered that he left his bowl behind and sent me back to fetch it." The little monk, just like the old monk before, bowed his head, pressed his palms together, and politely said to Chen Yiran and Tianxin, "The master specifically told me that if I see a young man and woman on the way back to the monk's room... well... don't be alarmed. Just lower your heads and tell them you'll be passing by."
"..." Tianxin felt that the little monk hesitated because he was too shy to say the words 'kissing' directly.
At this moment, she wished she could dig a hole in the ground and bury herself in it. Tianxin reached out and pinched Chen Yiran's arm hard, lowered her head, and stared at her own snow boots. The temperature on her face was so high that it could almost boil an egg.
