Kongjue waited outside the door for a while in the rain.
Only then was the wooden door pulled open with a creak.
Ye Siming was wearing black inner clothes.
His eyes were as cold as the clouds on this cold night.
There was a hint of displeasure in them.
Kongjue looked at him from head to toe. "Why did you take off your clothes?"
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and asked, "You don't take off your clothes when you sleep?"
Sleep?!
He was sleeping with Sister Nuo'er?
Kongjue's eyes widened.
He looked inside.
Ye Siming immediately blocked his gaze.
The youth was a little impatient. "Bald monk, what exactly are you doing here?"
Kongjue pressed his palms together and chanted a Buddhist proclamation.
"Marquis, let me see the princess."
"She's asleep. Don't disturb her."
As expected, Kongjue was rejected.