Lin Nuanxi was very hesitant to look at the handsome young man in the snowy area of ​​his teenage years, not to mention his eyes still closed. However, the young man's delicate facial features were so similar to his current appearance in Beitang Yaori!

Looking at the fair and flawless skin on his left shoulder, a hint of surprise flashed at the bottom of Lin Nuanxi's starry eyes——

Is this Beitang Yaori before tattooing Deshajia Dragon King?

[Miss Lin, just leave these things to our servants.] Nazhen opened the door and came in. She saw Lin Nuanxi holding the quilt and was going to dry it, so she quickly took it from her hand.

[Ms. Lin, from now on, just give us direct orders for this kind of thing. If Master Bo sees it, he will scold us.]

Lin Nuanxi just chuckled. She knew that no matter how hard she tried to defend herself, in this aristocratic manor, besides Jiang Bo, she, Lin Nuanxi, was the biggest.

[Nazhen just call me Nuanxi from now on.] After a pause, Lin Nuanxi seemed to remember something: [Do you usually go to pray?]

Tibet is a place with the strongest charm of Buddhism, and almost all the people here believe in Buddhism. Of course, Nazhen is no exception.

[Well, we pray every morning. There are many ways to pray, such as kowtow, go to temples to worship Buddha, paint gold on Buddha statues, ask monks to chant sutras, and give alms. The simplest one is to light butter lamps. However, kowtow

The head is the most respected one here.]

Lin Nuanxi had seen this on TV. She kowtowed step by step and was very pious!

[Miss Nuanxi, do you want to pray?]

Lin Nuanxi really had this plan, but just chuckled.

[Why not try lighting a butter lamp? Although it is very simple, it will be effective as long as you are sincere.]

Sincerity leads to success. If she could, Lin Nuanxi would be willing to pray and light butter lamps every day.

It has been several days since Jiang Bo returned to Ruicheng. During these days, Lin Nuanxi would light butter lamps and pray every morning and evening according to the method Nazhen taught her.

Not sure whether it was because of being influenced by this snowy Tibet with a strong Buddhist atmosphere, or because of other reasons, Lin Nuanxi felt that her heart gradually calmed down from panic.

I wonder what happened to the relatives I miss in Ruicheng these days.

Thinking of this, Lin Nuanxi once again lit a butter lamp for the Lin family.

…

Ruicheng, halfway up the mountain around the sea, Black Swan Castle.

In the huge private training ground, Beitang Yaori concentrated on hitting the sandbag.

His messy and handsome broken hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to his handsome and heroic cheeks. Every time he punched with great strength, he moved his body and shed beautiful drops of sweat.

The tight-fitting sleeveless white vest was also half soaked with sweat. It clung to the thin upper body, and the exposed sexy collarbones and well-proportioned muscles had a moist luster. The Deshajia dragon pattern tattoo made it look particularly special.

Sexy!

[Crash--]

In the bathroom filled with mist, Beitang Yaori took off his vest and let the water wash away his sweaty body.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, Beitang's bright black eyes were quiet and violent.

[Ring ring ring...] The wall-mounted wireless phone installed inside the bathroom rings.

Beitang Yaori turned his head, and the water droplets fluttered out in a string of beautiful water splashes along with his flexible broken hair. He pressed the internal button.

[ Hello?]

[Young Master Di, we have found Lin Nuanxi’s current location.]
Chapter completed!