114 Overprotective Master 2

"Okay." She nodded and continued scrutinizing one of Mo Yujian's document as if she could understand what was written there. But still the words all looked like squirming worm to her. Her head spun the longer she looked at it and she raised her head pitifully. "Master, what language is this?"

"Oh this?" Mo Yujian inclined his head. She was sitting on the floor whilst leaning her head against his leg while he was sitting on his chair so her position was half a body lower than his. When Mo Yujian bent his waist, his hair poured down her shoulder like a cup of silk and she could smell his cool and refreshing fragrant. Ouyang Xueqing felt so ticklish that she almost laughed out loud. "This is the temple's language."

Once again, she was puzzled at the foreign word. "Temple? What is that?"