"How audacious!!!"
"Xiao'er! You... You're completely out of control now!"
Having been unexpectedly kissed by her own disciple, Xiao Hongling's face flushed crimson. Despite her usual fierce dominance, she felt somewhat taken aback at the moment.
On the other hand, after the initial surge of passion, Lin Xiao calmed down.
He said without flinching, "Master, you might misunderstand. Kissing on the forehead is a traditional custom in my hometown. It's how the younger generation expresses the utmost respect for their elders."
"Really? I've traveled all over and seen countless local customs; you can't fool me!" Xiao Hongling puffed up her cheeks, striving to regain her stern masterly aura.
"How would your disciple dare to deceive you?" Lin Xiao squatted down sincerely, boldly placing his hand on those snow-white, delicate legs. "Master, I prepared a gift for you. It's something I custom-made for you."
"Humph, you never offer favors without a reason," Xiao Hongling sneered.
