Buddhist Evil Wife

Bei Ming looked at Yin Jitian, who was dressed neatly, and asked, "I wonder if this way of apologizing is satisfactory?"

Yin Jitian was taken aback for a moment, and then he snorted: "Is it an apology for me to change my clothes? There is no sincerity!"

He turned around and picked up the identity token and hung it on his waist.

"How can I make you feel sincere?"

Yin Jitian paused: "At least say something nice!"

"Nice words?" The person behind whispered softly, and then asked, "If I say your legs are smooth, is that considered nice?"

What?

Yin Jitian froze and turned around abruptly, but there was no trace of Beiming in the room.

"Fuck me!"

This sanctimonious hypocrite was indeed eating his tofu just now, and he was eating it in a fair manner.

Yin Jitian roared angrily, "Beiming, if you have the guts, get out of here!"

In the yard, Bei Ming heard the roar coming from the room, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend slightly.

The six guards guarding the yard saw Beiming coming out, and followed them one after another. Beidou, the leader, asked with a smile, "Young master seems to be in a good mood!"

Bei Ming raised his eyebrows undeniably.

"Moreover, his complexion is ruddy, and his steps are steady. This subordinate has never seen the young master have such an excellent complexion for ten years."

After being mentioned by Beidou, Bei Ming also found that his physical condition has improved a lot, which has never happened in the past ten years, but is it a bit too sudden?

Beidou saw Beiming's doubts, and asked, "Master, did you encounter any adventures?"

Hearing this, Bei Ming couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

That night, after Yin Jitian had eaten his fill, he went to bed early to rest. While he was in a hazy sleep, he heard the rustling sound of undressing, and then vaguely felt that someone crawled onto his bed and lay on his bed. Beside him, and carefully held him in his arms.

Yin Jitian smelled the familiar scent, so he didn't bother to open his eyes to resist, and even if he resisted, it would be futile, so he let the other party go.

This sleep lasted until dawn, and when Yin Jitian woke up, Bei Ming was no longer beside him.

Taking advantage of no one in the room, he quickly started to meditate and practice. This time, the situation was the same as yesterday. After the qi flowed through his body, he could no longer continue to practice. The only difference was that the pain was much relieved.

After Yin Jitian meditated, he got up to wash up. During the meal, he found something was wrong in the room.

He took a closer look, and found that the furniture and furnishings hadn't changed, and the words 'Xixi' were still pasted around them, which was very festive, but...

The servant serving in the room noticed Yin's act of offering sacrifices to heaven, so he stepped forward and asked, "Does Young Madam have any orders?"

Yin Jitian heard the mellow voice, looked back, and saw a strange middle-aged man smiling kindly at him.

Seeing this, he finally understood why he felt that something was wrong in the room. All the maidservants serving him in the room were replaced by middle-aged uncles...

The corner of Yin Jitian's eyes twitched, he didn't need to think, he knew who made the arrangement.