The two were as close as glue.
The fight under the windowsill didn't interrupt their passion at all.
Yao Beikun lay on the grass, not moving an inch.
His body was covered in wounds, and he was breathing heavily. Slurring his words, he complained, "Master, as soon as you return, you treat your disciple with such affection, I really can't handle it."
"I'm not treating you with affection, I'm beating you up!" Wa Da said word by word.
Yao Beikun wanted to cry but had no tears, "Master, how did this disciple offend you?"
"You better stop sucking up for no reason in the future, or I'll get goosebumps."
"I'm not sucking up, I genuinely want to be good to you, Master, my elder..."
"Wham." Wa Da threw another punch, "Who are you calling elder?"
"Yes, yes, you are as beautiful as a flower in bloom."
"Wham." Another punch.
"Master..."
"Don't be so sweet-talking in the future," Wa Da said word by word.
"Oh." Yao Beikun felt extremely wronged.
