"Xiao'er, you..."
Feeling the pair of warm hands caressing her waist, Xiao Hongling's delicate body quivered. Her beautiful, rosy cheeks flushed brilliantly, and her long hair, softly brushing across her face, made her seem even more charming and alluring.
However, the next moment, she suddenly realized something!
"No!!!"
"You cheeky boy, you... you... quickly let go! This is against propriety. If you don't release me now, I... I might just lose my temper, you know!"
She covered her burning face with both hands and said fiercely.
Yet, despite her harsh tone, she couldn't help but extend her jade-like hand, gently stroking her beloved disciple's hands on her lower abdomen...
Ah, this... so this is what Xiao'er's touch feels like... such a warm sensation.
Speaking of which, ever since he came up the mountain at the age of eight, and I bathed him, cleansing his meridians and marrow, we, Master and Disciple, have never been this close, have we?
