Chapter 1069 Becoming a Buddha with One Thought (26)

The indifferent and cold Buddha closed his eyes, did not say a word, and did not move. The Buddha's light on his body glowed slightly, and he was full of sacredness.

When he didn't get a response, the woman behind him didn't seem annoyed. She smiled softly, unbuttoned his clothes, and slowly took off his clothes.

The light green skirt is embroidered with dark green arabesque patterns.

The woman sat on the lotus platform with her bare white and delicate feet, slowly walked around in front of him, and sat on his lap.

The soft white hands caressed his face, then moved downwards little by little, hooked over his Adam's apple, lifted his warm chest, and then continued downward.

"Little Master"

She rubbed the tip of his nose, and kissed him like a dragonfly with her delicate lips.

The soft and charming sweet voice and the rich floral fragrance in the air almost covered the entire quiet sandalwood fragrance.

She kissed him and held his chin, trying to get him to open his lips.

Another restless hand touched his waist in his loose clothes and gave it a gentle stroke.

For a moment, he opened his eyes.

The eyes were as dark as a dangerous abyss, so dark that it was terrifying.

He stared at her quietly and held her wrist.

The seductive beauty in front of him was so close, looking at him with a smile and kissing him again and again.

She even grabbed his hand and put it on her skirt.

She also tore off the prayer beads and threw them aside.

The charming beauty sat on his lap, hugged him, and called him "little master" sweetly.

The delicate white feet stepped on his plain clothes and swayed on the lotus platform, making them dazzlingly white.

But Buddha looked at her calmly, motionless.

With her clothes half taken off and extremely messy, she held his face and gave him the softest kiss.

Buddha held her hand and remained motionless.

soon.

The Buddha was pressed on the lotus platform, and his plain clothes were thrown aside.

The holy Buddha is like a fish that is about to die of hunger and thirst, hugging the woman tightly and not letting her leave.

She smiled softly, as if laughing at his lack of temptation.

The beautiful Shuli's eyes were stained with ridicule, seeming to be hooking him and sinking together.

Keep sinking.

"Little master, little master."

She was pushed back onto the lotus platform, her black hair was messy around the petals.

The light green skirt had already been untied, and she hooked him with a smile, and her red lips were kissed until they turned red.

The lotus platform that was supposed to be holy and unparalleled seemed to have become a place for the two of them to play.

"Little master, please kiss me. I like little master the most."

Her feet were bare and white, she giggled, her smile was as bright as a flower, and her brows were charming.

The god and Buddha who should have been indifferent, at this moment, his eyes are scarlet red, full of desire, hiding a storm.

With trembling hands, he pressed her and gently touched her pretty face.

The Buddha, who emerged from the cold world, seemed to have been deeply immersed in obsession and lust, with his deep eyes misty and his chest rising and falling violently.

"Little master, will you protect me? I don't want to be his, I just want to be your woman."

The fairy who is not familiar with the world says words that almost make people lose their mind.

Her eyelashes were curved, and Shuli's clear eyes reflected his almost crazy face, as if her heart was filled with only him and no one else.

So, Buddha leaned forward, covered her lips, and pressed her wrists.