What Monk Would Blush Quotes

“A splendid collection of tea and rocks and books by a seventy-year-old archaeologist, yes, but that sofa is a literary hell!

Books open, socks unwashed, cornflakes and chips scattered, undergarments with 34D tags faded—no, they are not washed either. Standing seven feet away, the Monk, with his evolved nose, smells what a woman should smell like around the breastbone that protects a woman’s heart.

Before the unwashed, pink and grey briefs can reveal any signs of masturbation, Yuan Yagmur looks away like the perfect, gentle monk who hasn’t touched a woman, at least, not in that way. And, no. He’s not blushing. What monk would blush, witnessing something so human, something as normal as eating or shitting? So, he looks around, as indifferent as he is to most things.”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance

“And, no. He’s not blushing. What monk would blush, witnessing something so human, something as normal as eating or shitting?”
― Misba, The Oldest Dance