Luckily, the little rationality he had left prevented Cao Delian from doing something disastrous—he did not switch on the air conditioner again to smell the sleeping gas.
Thereafter, he looked at the small monk’s puzzled face, and forced a laugh saying, "Haha, I thought you were sleeping, so I wanted to carry you out of the car."
...That being said, the small monk’s hand was pretty strong, earlier after he smacked Cao Delian’s wrist, the stinging pain was still there.
"I see." The small monk nodded his head, and smiled brightly, "Thank you Benefactor Cao, but small monk was just chanting scriptures, not sleeping. In the temple, this is the hour to chant scriptures after dinner. Even though I’ve left the temple, I will not fall behind my sutras homework."
"Hehe, hehe." Cao Delian forced a continuous laugh. Seeing how awake the small monk was, he was incessantly depressed. Dammit, the sleeping gas actually did not work?
