"Oh, Xiaohan, your disciple is out of seclusion. She's rushing over right now. I imagine she's incredibly eager for her master to praise her~ What an adorable child."
Shang Miaoyan rested her head on Pei Yuhang's arm, teasing him as she slowly traced circles on his chest with a fingertip.
She gazed with satisfaction at his body, at his nigh-on perfect musculature. It wasn't that his muscles were so beautiful Shang Miaoyan couldn't look away.
It was that they were covered in one full lipstick mark after another.
This was Shang Miaoyan's proud trophy.
It was as if by marking every inch of his skin with her kisses, she could possess him completely.
But in contrast to Shang Miaoyan's relaxed state, Pei Yuhang's expression shifted the moment he heard the word "disciple."
"Then stop leaning on me and get out of here."
