Phoenix Small Temple——Copywriting
One is the only monk in the Phoenix Temple who is dependent on the villagers, and the other is an arrogant young man who is struggling to survive.
"It's already very late. Let's go back early."
"Where's your face?"
"Don't pretend to be helping the world, I know! What are you doing behind your back... Don't think you can deceive everyone." Huang Liuxia clenched his fists and turned his head to look at the bald man with a kind smile.
Under the evening sun, the man looked at him quietly with gentle eyes without saying a word. Huang Liuxia's clenched fists trembled slightly, and he looked down at the ground and whispered, "Stinky monk..."