Because I think my good disciple would definitely like it... What’s the harm in occasionally dressing so indecently just for my good disciple to see?
"So, is my good disciple satisfied with this reward?" Pei Wanyu asked with a gentle smile.
In the hot spring water, Lu Jin’an shifted his position, crossing his arms on the edge of the pool, resting his chin on his arms, and stared unblinkingly at his Master’s ten tidy jade toes painted with red rouge under the black silk, boldly admitting: "Not satisfied, Master still owes a waterlon."
"So greedy, huh?"
As Pei Wanyu spoke, she took two steps to the side and suddenly bent her knees to squat down.
Lu Jin’an’s pupils contracted as his gaze followed Pei Wanyu’s jade feet, his expression went blank, and then he saw his Master’s hands press against the pool’s edge, her luscious black silk-clad legs stepping into the hot spring, subrging her calves.
She sat by the edge of the pool.
As Lu Jin’an recovered his senses, he raised his head and steadily looked at Pei Wanyu’s charming face, suffused with warmth... Even though it was only for a mont, how exceptional is a cultivator’s eyesight and mory?
He called softly in disbelief: "Master?"
Although he had seen his Master before while sleeping in Huangyu Palace that night, what could compare to just now?
So at this mont, Lu Jin’an felt a sense of unreality... Is Master really this kind?
"I’m here." Pei Wanyu reached out to caress Lu Jin’an’s cheek, lightly parting her red lips as she suppressed the shyness at the bottom of her heart: "This is not a reward."
"Then what is it?" Lu Jin’an asked curiously.
"Haven’t seen you for almost a month..." Pei Wanyu gently said: "Master just missed you."
Although her voice was soft, the affection was deep.
Lu Jin’an stood up and moved to stand before Pei Wanyu.
He bent down, supporting his hands on each side of Pei Wanyu, looking directly into her eyes: "I missed Master too."
Pei Wanyu’s gaze turned slightly gentle, she slowly raised her flawless jade arms, wrapping them around the back of Lu Jin’an’s neck, her breath like orchids: "Actually, Master didn’t want to wear sothing so... unusual, because it doesn’t suit Master’s style."
Lu Jin’an murmured a soft "Hmm," and quietly said: "Master, you are graceful, and this disciple understands the difference between ’charm’ and ’boldness,’ but when Master is like this occasionally, this disciple doesn’t dislike it."
"The disciple feels that this brings him to understand Master more and draws him closer to Master."
Pei Wanyu lightly pressed her red lips: "Truly don’t dislike it?"
"Does Master need to prove it?"
Pei Wanyu lowered her eyelids slightly and gently nodded: "Mm."
"Master." Lu Jin’an softly called.
Pei Wanyu raised her head: "Hmm? Hmm!?"
Lu Jin’an directly leaned down and kissed the allure dotting Pei Wanyu’s red lips.
Pei Wanyu’s phoenix eyes widened instantly, her hands encircling the back of Lu Jin’an’s neck tightened instinctively, her knees subrged in the water lifted subconsciously, but after a pause, she lowered them again.
Noticing the tense change in his Master’s delicate body, Lu Jin’an released Pei Wanyu’s lips, his eyes burning: "Is Master not quite satisfied with this disciple’s way of proving?"
Pei Wanyu’s eyes wandered, pretending to be shy and annoyed as she concealed the shyness in her heart: "How dare you be so audacious? Who let you be so, so impudent with Master? So naughty!?"
Lu Jin’an smiled: "Didn’t Master tell before that ’sotis you can try to be a little naughty’? Did you forget?"
Pei Wanyu’s red lips quivered: "But that still wasn’t for you to..."
"Does Master dislike it?" Lu Jin’an interrupted her words to ask further.
"Not... really..." Pei Wanyu was mainly surprised at heart, she didn’t expect her good disciple to actually dare to kiss her, she thought it was just about eating waterlon, didn’t expect...
"As long as you don’t dislike it." Lu Jin’an interrupted Pei Wanyu’s words again, leaning down to whisper in her ear: "Master, tonight let be a bit of a ’rebellious disciple’, how about it?"
Listening to her good disciple’s voice, Pei Wanyu’s heart trembled, the words "rebellious disciple" inexplicably brought her a sense of comfort.
Isn’t her purpose just to let her good disciple be a ’rebellious disciple’?
Thinking so, her fingers involuntarily tightened on Lu Jin’an’s nape, after calming her breath, she smiled and countered: "Weren’t you only brave enough to ask when I gave it to you before?"
"So the disciple said he would be a ’slight’ rebellious disciple tonight." Lu Jin’an’s breath quickened slightly: "Who asked Master to be so beautiful tonight?"
"Is it Master’s fault?"
"Don’t dare." Lu Jin’an gradually approached her: "Is Master willing to let the disciple be a rebellious disciple tonight?"
Pei Wanyu tilted her head slightly, making a cute thoughtful expression: "How rebellious do you want to be?"
As she spoke, her black silk-clad jade feet subrged in the water rubbed against Lu Jin’an’s calf up to his knee: "Tell , Master is listening."
Lu Jin’an continued supporting himself against the floor tiles with one hand, while his other hand stroked Pei Wanyu’s waist: "I want to kiss Master a few more tis."
Pei Wanyu looked at her disciple’s gaze full of aggression, her breath seed to quicken a bit more.
She continued hooking her arm around Lu Jin’an’s neck with one hand, her other hand caressed his cheek, her voice was very light: "Kiss ."
Lu Jin’an obediently leaned in to kiss her.
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Inside Cuiqing Inn, the candlelight flickered.
Sitting on the stool, Xiao Yinruo frowned slightly, looked at Nanzhi absentmindedly gazing out the window: "Speak slowly, tell again carefully about ’Emperor Kong,’ including that split soul on the snowy mountain."
At this mont, on the surface, the Qingmiao Palace Master, who appeared calm and severe, felt quite helpless inside.
She really was helping her friend delay Nanzhi, so she wouldn’t go looking for Lu Jin’an, thus giving convenience to this pair of Master and disciple to secretly do who knows what...
Looking at Nanzhi slightly more seriously recalling the events in Grotto Heaven, Xiao Yinruo felt guiltier inside.
’Clearly my disciple was the first to have a bridal chamber...’
’Clearly I am Nanzhi’s Master...’
’Why am I helping a friend steal my disciple’s man?’
Xiao Yinruo felt a bit weary at heart, but since Pei Wanyu had sothing on her, she didn’t dare not to help.
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