After watching the "third wheel," Junior Martial Uncle Nangong, leave, Qing Yueqiu turned back to Pei Yuhang with a sweet smile. Then, she rose lightly onto her delicate tiptoes and came to stand before him.
"I missed you so much, Master~"
"Didn't you already say that earlier?"
"That was when someone else was around... Now it's just Yueqiu and Master alone. It's different."
Qing Yueqiu's eyelashes fluttered, and she closed her eyes. Her glistening lips, like dew-kissed petals, parted slightly with her quickened breaths.
It was as if she were offering Pei Yuhang a silent invitation.
Pei Yuhang didn't want to spurn the girl's ardor, yet he couldn't help but feel the need to maintain his composure and uphold his dignity as her master.
So he only gave her a kiss as light as a dragonfly skimming the water before quickly pulling away.
Qing Yueqiu slowly opened her glistening eyes and puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction, looking like a little pufferfish.
