Born into the world in 1074

ak last night was because he had a copper amulet in his mouth.As soon as he saw me, he smiled and said, "Finally you can speak! I almost suffocated from holding it in."This old geezer, does he think w...In fact, there's no difference.

Whether within or outside the Buddhist teachings, survival is the only theme.

"Wan Chen, look at these people, most have probably forgotten their faith, but a small part has been passed down... Actually, the Witch King City could be the same, after all, only a few people know the secrets. Most people's top priority is survival."

I held onto Mu Wanchen's arm and took him to a clothing store.

This is a tourist area, and most of the clothing stores are the kind that are "so tacky" with very strong ethnic souvenir shop vibes.

The good thing is that there's a Chinese quilted jacket here, I dressed him up like the son of a landlord from the Republic of China period.

Seeing him furrow his brow slightly, my friend and I, who were helping out at the clothing stall, couldn't stop laughing.

"Oh my! Let me take a picture, the clothes are on you guys for free!" The older sister wiped away tears from laughing: "Such a handsome male model wearing our clothes is literally a living advertisement. I have to take a picture and post it on my circle of friends..."

I quickly reached out and stopped my older sister: "No, no, we should still pay. We can't post this on our friend circle!"

Big sister was taken aback for a moment, then gave a bad smile and said, "What Beauty, are you reluctant to let others see your boyfriend This figure and appearance are simply heavenly. Although his hair is dyed a bit non-mainstream, he wins in temperament! It's okay to let others drool over your boyfriend but can't touch him."

"No, no, that... My boyfriend has a contract. If someone takes random pictures of him, his company will fine him!" I blurted out an excuse.

My older sister stared at me excitedly: “What Is your boyfriend still a celebrity Hey, what show was he on I’ll watch it! Or give me his autograph!”

Damn it… I secretly tutted at my elder sister's infatuation.

The elder sister flipped over the notebook on her desk and waited for Mu Wanchen to come out of the dressing room to sign.

Mu Wanchen wore casual trousers and a Chinese-style quilted jacket on top, with a buttoned, fringed collar. The ethnic style was strong, but his tied-up long white hair made him seem out of the world.

Originally, the clothes were quite common and pedestrian. But he wore them as if they were the unique creations of an avant-garde artist.

My elder sister stopped Mu Wanchen and asked him to sign something. Mu Wanchen didn't understand what she meant, so he looked up at me.

I nodded and mouthed, "Just write a few unintelligible characters!"

Of course, he couldn't write his real name.

Mu Wanchen pinched the pen passed to him by his elder sister, frowning slightly — this fellow definitely wasn't used to writing with a brush pen.

He scribbled down a few characters quickly. I glanced at them, they looked like drawings, Big Sister definitely wouldn't understand.

As we walked out of the clothing store, I took his arm and asked, "What did you write"

"Harmony generates wealth."

"...You're so kind." I shook my head.

This guy is actually quite kind-hearted. My junior wife also whispered to me that Mu Wanchen looks intimidating and fierce. When my junior wife first met him, she was also scared by him.

But after getting to know him, one realizes that Mu Wanchen is actually kind and soft-hearted deep down. It's just that outsiders are unable to see this side of him.

After changing clothes, it was time to buy a new phone. My phone was always bought by my older brother before, his level of pampering me makes me feel embarrassed——as long as it's the brand I use, he would have two new ones bought and kept at home as backup.

After I lost my phone, I could immediately get a new one from home.

No wonder my sister... would be angry.

Is she jealous

My elder brother spoils me more than my father does.

"... What are you daydreaming about" Mu Wanchen asked beside me.

I bought him a baseball cap to wear, covering his face. He tied his long hair back and tucked it into his shirt so he wouldn't be too conspicuous.

"I think of my senior brother," I answered honestly.

Then buy him a phone to call him.

"No no... can't fight."

"Why" Mu Wanchen frowned slightly.

"My sister seems a little jealous. Although she wouldn't blame me, she sulks on her own and Senior Jun is too lazy to comfort her. I feel kind of awkward being stuck in the middle... How can I act cute with Senior Jun now"

Mu Wanchen let out a light chuckle and gently touched my cheek.

His hand was injured and couldn't open with force. His fingers brushed lightly over my face, pinching the soft flesh and shaking it gently.

"Little Luo'er, you've grown up. Besides your husband, you shouldn't act coquettish towards others anymore."

"I'm only eighteen!"

"A child After getting married, you can't treat yourself as a child anymore..." He paused, then laughed again: "Actually, it's because very few people can resist your coquettishness."

"Why"

"Because you know your limits, you appear willful and unreasonable, but in reality, you're very clear about what's important...Men aren't stupid."

“Just like your fellow disciples, why do they all favor you over your elder sister Because behind your laughter, anger, and waywardness, lies a pure heart. You treat everyone equally, from your mouth to your heart, genuinely treating your fellow disciples as family, never thinking of separating.”

"I'm not saying your sister is bad, but she only has eyes for your Senior Brother Jun. She's a bit distant from the other disciples, unlike you, who bullies anyone you get your hands on."

He smiled: "This is also a kind of skill. Men, they all like lively and spirited elves."

I looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Do you like it too"

Mù Wǎn Chén's eyes were gentle like water, he raised the corner of his lips and slightly leaned down to kiss my cheek.

"...very much."

His lips, slightly cool.

Yet it subtly exudes a warmth that embraces all.

I hate that he just gave me a light, fleeting kiss and left.

Just as I was tiptoeing and raising my arms to hug his neck, a deafening roar erupted beside me.

"My husband is super warm and his lips are super soft;"

She has captivating eyes, with an indescribable sensuality;

Honey honey MUA, one MUA on the left, one MUA on the right, one MUA on the mouth;

"Honey, honey, hug me, I want to be princess carried..."

"Holy crap!"

What kind of divine song is this! It's too harsh on the ears!

I turned my head and saw a salesman at a mobile phone store across the street grinning wickedly at me.

Mu Wanchen wrapped one arm around my waist and slightly turned his head to look over there. The sales assistant was startled, coughed nervously, and immediately turned away as if he hadn't seen anything.

This guy must be on purpose!

I'm so mad!

I grabbed Mu Wanchen's arm and turned to walk into the other phone store across the street— I let you play this music as background!

"Wanchen, do you also carry a mobile phone with you" I looked up at him.

This guy is so tall, I have to look up at him, making me seem very submissive.

He frowned and said, “I don’t need this.”

"This is great! I can text and call you, and once it's set up, we can even video chat. That way, you'll know what I'm doing even when we're apart."

He pondered for a moment, noncommittal. Finally, he conceded, "You decide. If you want me to, I can carry it with me."

Nice! Given his personality, once he agrees, he'll definitely carry it with him at all times. That way I can get him to take selfies, hahaha.

I dragged him into the phone store and told the clerk we wanted two of the same. But when it came to getting a SIM card, we hit a snag — now everything requires real names and ID! We don't have any identification!t from closing completely, leaving a sliver of space. They had also moved the folding screen from the study to block the window.This faint breeze moved through the stifling room, carrying away the sce...