A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Her smiling eyes slowly approached, like a spring breeze blowing slowly over her face, and like a ten-mile peach blossom in full bloom.

Xuan Jing knew that he should avoid it, but his body completely froze there, and there was even a slight expectation in his heart.

When the distance between their lips was less than one centimeter, and Shu Ange got a little closer, she stopped when her eyelashes could brush on Xuanjing's face.

This is a very ambiguous distance, Shu Ange's black and white eyes are sly light, and Xuan Jing's ears are slightly red.

She didn't speak, she didn't open her mouth, she just stared at the mysterious mirror like this.

Xuan Jing's throat was a little dry, and she couldn't help looking at Shu Ange, as if she was bewitched, and pressed her lips to it.

This was the first time that Xuan Jing kissed Shu Ange on her own initiative. She slowly fell back, and he really reached out and hugged her to prevent her from falling to the ground.

Xuanjing has always been pure-hearted and has few desires, and has been molested by Shu Ange several times in his life. Before he met his destined enemy, he had never been close to a woman.

His kiss was clumsy, Shu Ange could feel Xuan Jing's hand holding her waist trembling slightly, he kissed it carefully, he didn't even dare to take the initiative to pry open her teeth, but just gently rubbed her lips.

Shu Ange took the initiative to lightly open his cherry lips, Xuan Jing stopped moving, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a butterfly, stirring up his indescribable mood.

His eyes are bright and dark, outside the Xuan window, the lotus flowers are dancing in the wind, and the fragrance is looming.

Since the spice was tampered with, Xuanjing's residence has not used incense, but at this moment, he smells a fragrance that is like a secluded orchid and an ice musk.

The fragrance was the strongest on her neck. Xuan Jing had the urge to lower her head and sniff it. He subconsciously grasped Shu Ange's body.

The two were close to each other, and their hearts were entangled.

After the long kiss between the two ended, Shu Ange reached out and held Xuan Jing's face, his eyes slightly raised: "Do happy things with someone who is destined, don't ask whether it is fate or fate, Xuan Jing, you are still vulgar."

Hearing the word "return to vulgarity", Xuan Jing frowned, and there was a little more incomprehensible and melancholy in the eyes like peach blossoms.

"His Majesty."

Shu Ange pressed his finger on his lips and shook his head: "I allow you to call me Mochizuki."

"The vulgar thing..."

Xuanjing looked at Shu Ange's expectant eyes, and said with some difficulty: "The poor monk lost his parents since he was a child. If it were not for the compassion of my Buddha and the grace of the abbot, I am afraid that he would have been sent to reincarnation."

Shu Ange pressed her fingers on Xuanjing's lips. When he spoke, she moved her fingers away little by little, showing a disappointed look.

"If you return to the secular world, I would like to reshape the golden body for the Buddha of Lanruo Temple, and I would like to donate 10,000 taels of gold."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Xuan Jing seriously.

However, Xuan Jing chose to close her eyes with a painful expression on her face.

Everything was silent, Shu Ange smiled and said sadly, "I understand, you can bear me, but you can't bear the Tathagata."

After she finished speaking, she got off the mysterious mirror, turned and walked towards the door.

Xuanjing's body lightened, and Nuanxiang and Wenyu had already left. He listened to her heavy footsteps and suffered in every possible way, but he did not dare to open his eyes and watch her leave.

Shu Ange walked heavily, and countless situations of the two getting along flashed through his mind, and his sourness filled his heart.

If he does not fail the Tathagata, can he fail her?

"The target character's favorability is +5, and the current favorability is 64."

The system notification sound didn't make Shu Ange happy. Before she was about to go out, she held the door frame and carried the mysterious mirror on her back: "All conjugal love meetings are impermanent and long-lasting, life is so fearful, and life is at stake in the morning dew. From love comes sorrow. Because of love, fear arises; if one is separated from one who loves, there will be no worries and no fear.”

After going out, Shu Ange walked down the plank road in a sullen mood, and walked towards her with a smile on her face.