Chapter 13 Get it done quickly

Yun Yiyang hurried over, held her in his arms, and whispered, "Don't be angry, little boy. At most, I'll go back to your mother and scold her."

Little nun Miaolan was slightly stunned, and her eyes immediately lit up, and her cheeks were flushed, but she still twisted her waist and said in a stubborn tone, "Which one is your little boy? You have recognized the wrong person!"

Yun Yiyang coughed dryly and said with a smile, "I'm so angry that I'm not reasonable. Naturally, I can't be a little nun. It's better to be a little boy."

Miaolan's little nun's heart hit like a deer and jumped particularly hard, but her mask was still frosty and said coldly, "If you don't apologize, let me go."

"Okay, I apologize!" Yun Yiyang smiled and suddenly attacked her when she was unprepared. He lived in the delicate cherry lips and kissed him deeply.

"Bad guy, don't!" Miaolan's little nun struggled weakly for a few times, then gave up resistance, stretched out her arms, wrapped her around his neck, closed her eyes, and responded. Her pretty face was full of shy blush.

"You can't be soft this time. You must take it!" Yun Yiyang stared at the gorgeous face, secretly made up his mind, slowly moved his hands along her slender and soft waist, and finally reached into her monk's robe and kneaded it wantonly.

"Well...well...don't, don't!" Miaolan's little nun trembled and opened her eyes in a hurry, and her eyes were full of pleading.

"Good boy, don't be afraid, relax." Yun Yiyang smiled and stared at the red-hot face, sucking her fragrant tongue more and more, making her look at flawlessly.

Miaolan's little nun Jiao. Panting repeatedly, a pair of snow-white and slippery hands pounded Yunyi's back hard. After counting breaths, he hummed and closed his eyes helplessly, allowing him to be light.

Yun Yi got what he wanted and held his full and firm chest. He was so excited that his body was shaking slightly. A hot current surged up from his lower abdomen and rushed to the top of his head quickly. In addition to excitement, he accelerated his speed with one hand and kneaded it lightly or heavily, but the other hand got into the underpants of Miaolan's little nun like a snake, close to the tender curd. The skin slowly and firmly leaned down.

"No, no!" Little Nun Miaolan suddenly realized that she struggled to sit up, held Yun Yiyang's wrist with both hands, and said in a trembling voice, "Bad brother, stinky brother, this can't be done."

"Why?" A trace of confusion flashed in Yun Yiyang's eyes. Under her pleading eyes, she slowly pulled out her hand and whispered, "Okay, let's talk about it later."

The little nun Miaolan tidyed up her clothes and stood up. Her face had become a little indifferent and said lightly, "Let's go back!"

Yun Yiyang nodded, followed her silently, and whispered, "Good sister, are you angry?"

"No, it's just that I'm not ready yet." Miaolan's little nun stopped, but did not look back. After thinking for a long time, she sighed, "Brother, give me some more time, okay?"

Yun Yiyang reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said in his heart, "It doesn't matter, good sister. I couldn't help it just now. I hope you can understand."

Little nun Miaolan listened with a blank face, and her tense face relaxed a little. She stretched out her jade arm and said gently, "Come here and put your arm around."

Yun Yi smiled, followed two steps, took her arm, clenched the slippery Rouyi, and said with relief, "For good, you didn't lose your temper. You thought you were going to be beaten!"

The little nun Miaolan frowned slightly, but a touching smile appeared on her mouth and said, "Am I that terrible?"

"No." Yun Yiyang took a deep breath and said with a smile, "However, we used to be brother and sister, which made me a little unable to let go."

The little nun Miaolan didn't say anything, but pricked him with her pointed nails and thought shyly, "I haven't let it go yet. What else do you want?"

Yun Yiyang also felt a little contradictory and joked, "Food and sex, right?"

"No!" Miaolan's little nun glan looked at Jingci'an 100 meters away and said with a smile, "If there is someone in his heart, just think about him and think of him. There is no need to do those boring things."

"It's Plato's love again!" Yun Yiyang frowned and said helplessly, "If it were him, would that be the same idea?"

Little Nun Miaolan turned her head, gave him a white look, and frowned, "In my heart now, only you are the only one who can explain it to make you believe it?"

Yun Yiyang's heart jumped and knew that he had said something wrong. He hurriedly explained, "Good sister, I used to be a little worried about becoming his shadow, but now it's okay. If I can't even believe you, who can I trust?"

The little nun Miaolan looked relieved, stopped, pulled Yun Yiyang's shoulder, kissed him on the face, and said delicately, "I'm tired and can't walk. What should I do?"

"Back it!" Yun Yi smiled, turned around and squatted down until the soft and delicate body fell on her body, put her hand on her slender waist and buttocks, and walked steadily towards Jingci'an.

Little Nun Miaolan smiled quietly, put her hands around his neck, put her head on his shoulder, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. Her lips moved slightly and said, "Are you tired?"

"I'm not tired!" Yun Yiyang smiled, accelerated his speed, and trotted out.

Miaolan's little nun opened her pink lips and gently bit him on his neck with snow-white and neat teeth. She closed her eyes, stroked Yunyi's chest with her fingers, and smiled, "Slow down!"

Without anyone else, despite the Jingye Bodhisattva and other little nuns in the nunnery, Yun Yiyang went straight back to Jingci'an with Miaolan little nun on his back and entered the comfortable and warm house of Miaolan little nun.

Yun Yiyang took off his clothes and lay down in the big wooden bucket where the little nun of Miaolan usually bathed. In the steaming heat, mixed with the aroma of traditional Chinese medicine, his body was immersed in the yellow-brown bath water, which was extremely comfortable and his spirit became particularly refreshing.

The little nun Miaolan returned to the fear room. When the door was closed and she hid in her fear room with Yun Yiyang, there was no more shyness and fear. In front of Yun Yiyang, she took off her monk's robe and changed into loose pajamas, sat on the couch, holding a Buddhist scripture in her hand, and watched quietly.

The gentle candlelight sprinkled on that beautiful and cold face, but it was like a flower tree making snow, blushing cheeks, infinite shyness, and even more charming.

Yun Yiyang sat in the big bathtub and looked up for a long time, smiled, leaned down in the bathtub and rubbed himself for a while, picked up a towel and wiped her hair, then came to Miaolan's little nun's side, lay on the warm couch, closed his eyes, took a nap, and recalled the imperial garden. The scene that happened in the garden couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile.