Danxuan just walked out of the room. Fu Hanyao opened his eyes and looked at the closed door with a complicated look. The blush on his face did not fade away yet! uuuuuuuuuu

After a long time, Fu Hanyao sighed. She didn't know that Danxuan's last grasp was actually a color obsession. But after careful consideration, Fu Hanyao also understands that she knows her own charm, and that she has also learned Mei Gong from her mother. Let alone Danxuan, a monk is here. When she sees herself dressed like this, she hardly remembers any Buddhist sutras. Nine times out of ten, it will be more than Danxuan.

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