His Wife Calls The Shots

The heavy rain broke the calm of the mountain, and Qian Miao's heart was also disturbed.

After a while, he came back with two bottles of water in his hand.

He didn't care about wiping the rain off his face, he unscrewed the bottle cap first and handed it to her.

Qian Miao was a little stunned, and slowly took over the water bottle, a little lost.

"Drink."

After saying this, Feng Xian took it easy to find a spare dry towel to wipe off the rain.

In the face of heavy rain, towels are useless. His clothes were soaked wet and clinging to his skin, making it uncomfortable for others to watch.

Qian Mi felt the same way, as if the wet clothes were not only torturing Feng Xian, but also torturing her at the same time.

The feeling of not being able to go up and down in my heart is very uncomfortable.

Feng Xian simply wiped his face and hair, put the towel aside, and ignored the wet clothes on his body.

He glanced at the motionless traffic in front of him, and then inadvertently looked over to Qian Miao. This time, he saw the girl's intriguing eyes.

He smiled slightly and asked, "Why don't you drink, not thirsty?"

Hearing his voice, Qian Miao's eyes were slowly withdrawn, and her eyes were a little empty and a little blank.

She didn't look at him, but said, "Take off your clothes."

Feng Xian paused, "Huh?"

He suspected that he had heard it wrong.

I saw that Qian Miao, who had regained her composure, took a sip of water, and then, still without looking at him, said again, "Don't you feel uncomfortable wearing wet clothes?"

Feng Xian's pair of ink eyes flashed like a star, and a happy smile appeared on his lips: "It doesn't matter, I will change it when I get to the temple."

She can think of him and endure soaked clothes, what's the point.

Qian Miao glanced at him and said nothing.

A few minutes later, the road was clear, and this time it went straight to the gate of the temple, and there was no more traffic jam.

The heavy rain just stopped, the sky was clearing the clouds and the sun was shining, the rain hanging on the leaves reflected the bright sunlight, and there was a warm breath in the air, which made people a little uncomfortable, just wanted a gust of wind to blow it.

The news that Qian Miao was coming back had already spread to the temple, and the former senior brothers and sisters came out to greet him one after another.

They had endless things to say to Qian Miao, but to Feng Xian, they only dared to watch secretly. After saying hello, they didn't dare to ask any more questions.

They were full of curiosity about this Nineteenth Junior Brother, but they also knew that he was an extraordinary person, so it was difficult to ask questions lightly.

"Senior sister, Master went down the mountain to do meritorious deeds, and will be back in the afternoon."

"Well, I know, you first find a set of clean clothes to come and put on for him."

She glanced at Feng Xian.

Feng Xian didn't say anything.

"But we only have monk robes..."

Everyone looked at Feng Xian.

He nodded lightly.

The group came to Master Songya's small courtyard, and Feng Xian went into the room to change clothes.

As soon as he entered, Qian Miao pulled a few gossip little brothers and asked, "Senior sister, is this the legendary Nineteenth Senior Brother?"

"Senior sister, is he really difficult to get along with? I heard from the brothers that he lived here for a few months before, and he never ate with them or did his homework."

"Me too, I also heard that the nineteenth senior brother lives in a different place than all of us, and the treatment is like that of the former princes and nobles, but how can a person like him become a senior brother with us?"

"Senior sister, you come with him, are you two very familiar?"

"Yeah, of course I'm familiar with it. The senior brothers have said that only senior sister could approach him back then!"