Wang Yue understood his seemingly cold, rigorous, yet exceptionally charming and mature master through and through.
He never imagined that his newly acknowledged master—so dignified, mature, and captivating—harbered such a thrilling streak of stubbornness and rebellion in her bones.
"Heh, as your disciple, finding ways to please my master is only natural," he murmured softly, his tone laced with deliberate warmth and playfulness.
"Only when Master is happy can I learn true skills. And precisely because you are my master, I ought to serve you until you are thoroughly content. Once you are satisfied, you'll naturally bestow all your teachings upon me."
When he uttered the word "serve," Wang Yue intentionally deepened his tone, lingering over the syllables with intoxicating intimacy.
He buried his face into Yu Suxin's bust, nuzzling against her delicate skin and greedily drinking in the sweet fragrance wafting from her mature, shapely body.
"Nonsense!"
