The little monk was like a log as he was being kissed dumbly by Gu Wangshu.
After regaining his senses, he could not help but ask:
"Amitabha, Almsgiver, you can't do this, you can't …"
His eyes were still bright, and his body was trembling slightly.
After knowing his condition, even his master, who raised him, rarely had physical contact with him, let alone strangers.
But now, in the river