BL, MTL | The Squeamish Beauty is Mistaken for a Heartthrob

Chapter 140: Will his Lord forgive him for his disrespect?

"Because you redeemed me, you chose me while I was still a sinner. And you sent your only begotten Son to be crucified for our sins." ①

The rustling sound was the sound of the nun's clothes rubbing together.

No, it should stop.

Lin Yuxing thought so rationally, but his consciousness was groggy, as if he was about to leave his body and be isolated from the world. The low voice of confession kept coming.

However, the silver-haired nun could not maintain the dignity and sanctity she had at the beginning. In other words, the player under this body could not maintain her character. His expression was confused and well-behaved, as if he was bound by a rigid nun's uniform.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Like a lost lamb, his expression is so obedient. The silver hair fell down her face, like a puppet that could be controlled by others.

Yes, that's how it should be.

The patient lowered his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled sickly and obsessively, as if he was possessed by a demon.

Yes, that's it.

You should become his own puppet.

He heard his own fervent prayer that could not be concealed in his low voice.

"Jesus, I am willing to surrender before you..." ①

——That's not right.

As he recited his confession, he reacted shamefully to a nun.

Will his Lord forgive him for his disrespect? Will he be forgiven for his reaction to an innocent nun? meeting......

The thought made his desire even stronger.

Even the fingertips holding the nun's shoulder were filled with warmth. He could clearly see the nun's trembling eyelashes, which were light, fragile and pale.

Like a butterfly that shatters at the touch of a finger.

He probably responded.

It's just that it's restrained. Why is it restrained?

He didn't know and couldn't think of an answer.

Just keep reading.

The world is confused and perverted.

"When I am weak, please give me strength. When I am rebellious and unwilling to obey, please discipline me..." May your will be fulfilled in me. Pray in the victorious name of Jesus Christ! ①

His speech was fast and urgent, sometimes low and sometimes hurried. The pious confessions flowed in the small and cramped room, mysterious and strange.

What follows is a vague ambiguity, a desire for flesh and body to intertwine.

——Until a tear falls.

Like the sultry rain in July, hot and scorching, it fell on his hands unexpectedly and burned his heart.

A certain balance is broken.

The last confession came to an abrupt end.

He stopped almost in shock.

Not to mention crying.

There are many physiological tears shed even before being stimulated.

The nun just closed her eyes quietly, and another crystal-clear tear fell on her curled eyelashes. Even at this moment, Yanli's face carried an uncompromising divinity.