The yandere president's boyfriend!

Chapter 195 "This posture is very good."

As night falls, moonlight penetrates the sparse clouds like fine threads, gently falling on the bluestone slabs of the ancient temple, covering this quiet temple with a layer of silver gauze.

The wind seemed to slow down, as if afraid of disturbing this rare tranquility.

However, deep in this tranquility, there is an unknown emotion that is quietly fermenting.

He was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, his black hair was like a waterfall, and there was an extraordinary temperament between his eyebrows. But at this moment, he was standing outside the Buddhist temple, and his eyes were flashing with a complex light that was incompatible with this quiet place of Buddhism.

Opposite him stood a young man in a monk's robe. He had a handsome face and his eyes showed the indifference of a monk, but also a hint of subtle tenderness and struggle.

The distance between the two was so close that they could almost hear the echo of each other's heartbeats.

"Oh."

The young man in white uttered a word softly, his voice filled with too many unspoken emotions.

He seemed to have suddenly let down all his defenses, his body involuntarily relaxed, and he leaned softly into the monk's arms.

This action is like the gentlest breeze in spring, gently blowing across the calm lake surface, stirring up layers of ripples.

The monk was stunned for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The smile was warm but a little helpless.

"Aside from the actual situation, I still believe what you said."

He responded softly, his voice revealing a deep understanding and tolerance for the young man in white.

However, the next moment, he changed the subject, lightly tapped the other person's chest with his fingertips, and said jokingly:

"You sound so nice, but if you can, don't be so hard, okay?"

These words instantly froze the air around them, and the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

The young man in white's cheeks quickly turned red, like the morning glow in the early morning light, beautiful and shy.

He stared at the monk in front of him with wide eyes, feeling mixed emotions and not knowing how to respond for a moment.

......

At this moment, the monk softened his body again as if by magic and completely embraced the young man in white.

This hug, without words, is worth a thousand words.

The young man in white felt the warmth of the monk's chest and the firm yet gentle strength. The panic in his heart gradually subsided, and was replaced by an unprecedented peace.

“That’s a good pose.”

He murmured softly, with a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction in his voice.

Upon hearing this, the monk's smile deepened. He slowly stood up, his movements gentle yet powerful, as if he was guarding a precious treasure.

At this moment, the young man in white felt more clearly the strength and warmth of the monk's body. It was a power that could give him peace of mind.

In order to ease the embarrassment and excitement brought about by this sudden intimacy, the young man in white closed his eyes again and began to recite scriptures silently.

His voice was low and magnetic, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, with piety and purity.

However, his heart was in turmoil, and those scriptures seemed to have become his excuse to escape reality, or a haven for seeking spiritual comfort.

The monk listened to the sound of him chanting, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a hint of pampering flashed in his eyes.

He knew that the young man in white was adjusting his mood in his own way, so he did not disturb him. He just stayed by his side quietly, enjoying this rare tranquility and warmth.

Suddenly, the young man in white stopped chanting, opened his eyes, and a mischievous smile played on the corner of his mouth.

"Are you monks so dishonest? Didn't the Buddha tell you to learn to face your own nature?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, but also a subtle expectation.

When the monk heard this, his eyes changed slightly, and then he chuckled. There was both relief and helplessness in that laughter.

"The Buddha taught us to follow our hearts, but this does not mean indulgence, but rather the ability to distinguish right from wrong and to know how to make choices."

He said slowly, his tone revealing a seriousness that could not be ignored.

"There may be an insurmountable gap between you and me, but I am willing to protect and cherish this emotion with all my heart."

Hearing this, the young man in white felt a warm feeling in his heart.

He looked into the monk's eyes, which contained a firmness and tenderness he had never seen before.

He suddenly understood that no matter what the future held, as long as the two of them had a mutual understanding, they would be able to overcome all obstacles.

So, he no longer avoided or hesitated. He put his arms around the monk's waist, rested his head on his shoulder, and whispered:

"I am willing to face all the storms with you."

The moonlight is still bright, and the bells of the ancient temple echo melodiously in the night sky, as if crowning this emotion that transcends the world.

The young man in white and the monk are tightly hugging each other, their figures appearing particularly harmonious and beautiful under the moonlight.

In this land blessed by Buddha, they interpret the true meaning of love in their own way - not afraid of difficulties, not afraid of the world, just willing to go hand in hand to the unknown tomorrow.

At this moment, they seem to no longer be individuals bound by worldly rules, but two closely connected hearts, jointly guarding this hard-won emotion and moving towards a brighter future.

On this night full of miracles, love makes everything possible.