Chapter 112 Qing Leng Buddha falls in love with me 07

Chi Yao didn't know how to react for a moment, so she just leaned in his arms quietly.

After Qingding calmed down, he looked down at Chi Yao in his arms, with a hint of joy for the rest of his life, and said: "Yao Yao, I didn't know how to fight for it in the past, but now for you, I have to get it back." It’s mine!”

He lowered his head and wanted to kiss the fragrance, but Chi Yao's hand blocked his progress.

Chi Yao's other hand pushed his chest hard, pulling a little distance between him and herself. She gasped slightly and looked straight at him with a trace of resistance in her eyes.

"Buddha, please pay attention to your identity!"

Qingding raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of carelessness in his eyes. The black hair tied behind him fell loose on the Buddhist robe on his chest during the tug. He picked up a strand and wrapped it around his fingers.

The coldness at the end of his eyes began to become slightly rippled, and there was a touch of lust in his eyes. He gently touched her forehead and said softly,

"Yao Yao..."

He rubbed her neck and stroked it gently, as if he had found some treasure.

"Can you give it to me?"

There was a hint of humility in his eyes, he murmured in a low tone, and his slightly caressing fingertips were trembling slightly. This gesture made Chi Yao forget her strength to resist him for a moment.

The force he slowly released allowed Qing Ding to bring the two of them closer, and Bo Liang's lips finally touched the place he wanted.

He gently pressed against the fragrance, but it was just a simple kiss, without any ripples or lust. Instead, there was a sense of pity in his behavior, as if he was afraid that this kiss would crush her. .

The cool beads shone on his wrist, and the cold touch on her neck slightly brought back her confused thoughts. She looked at the man in front of her like a believer, humbly and obsessively kissing the god she believed in.

The seemingly crazy and obsessed look, but there is a little clarity and clarity in his eyes, pulling at his little reason.

Chi Yao pushed him away, her face flushed with uneven breathing, which inexplicably gave her innocent appearance a bright color, and a faint redness spread at the end of her eyes.

Qingding, oh no.

It should be Su Ziqing, whose Adam's apple rolled slightly, with a beast-like light, staring at the red lips that were slightly parted due to lack of luck.

His low and hoarse voice sounded softly in her ear, "Can you call me Ziqing?"

"Ziqing?"

"Yes, this is my common name, Qingding is just my dharma name."

He gently rubbed the top of Chi Yao's hair. Even if Chi Yao kept pressing her hand against him, he hugged her tightly without caring.

"Yao Yao, do you still remember our days at Baolan Temple?"

Chi Yao did not respond to his words, but the hand against her and the momentary stiffness of her body made Su Ziqing clearly feel it.

"I'm back. I will protect you this time. I want you to live well."

He spoke with a muffled voice mixed with inexplicable depression.

Chi Yao lowered her eyes, trying to slow down her heartbeat. His words were like small needles that gently pierced her heart, making her unable to help but feel distressed.

After the original plot, he set fire to the palace and even took away the current emperor. His crazily critical and paranoid character was completely different from the image of the Buddha today.

If he was reminded of his emotions at that moment, I'm afraid he would go to the emperor again with a fire certificate.