Xu Wendong looked astonished, clearly not expecting this little Nun to want to play such a promiscuous game with him. After regaining his composure, he raised his hand and flicked her on the forehead, complaining, "You've just learned a new word and you're using it wrong, do you know what it means?"
"I just want to experience love, to forget love," the little Nun immediately displayed a wronged expression, her clear, innocent eyes filled with grievance, as if she hadn't expected Xu Wendong to react like this.
Xu Wendong sighed and shook his head helplessly, "Xiao Rou, love is something that can become addictive."
The little Nun's eyes were resolute, "The more addictive something is, the greater the sense of achievement after forgetting it, and only then can the Buddha Ancestor see my sincerity."
Xu Wendong's face turned bitter.
Despite such words, how many people could truly avoid being troubled by love?
It's something unseen and untouchable,