"You must have been really scared at that moment, encountering such a peculiar master like me... Haha."
Saying this, Mu Xinyin's lips curled into a smile, revealing a shallow dimple, as she reached out her hand to gently caress her disciple's handsome face:
"Ah, my Qingling, truly the most considerate and sensible boy in the world. As your master..."
"I really can't bear to part with you."
As she spoke, her cheeks blushed with a charming red glow.
Then, she rested her head on her disciple's chest and softly said, "And remember, your master is not a strange wicked woman, leaning on you was merely to help you learn how to let a girl rest on your shoulder comfortably."
"So that when master is not here someday, you can go find your lady Rong'er."
As she finished speaking, her cheeks were adorned with a smile, yet a crystalline tear slipped down from her eyes.
"A month's bond as master and disciple isn't long."
"You should find it easy to forget, right?"
