"Having a physical, perverted reaction to the sight of your own Master taking a bath?! What's wrong with you?! Are you a cut-sleeve for the elderly?!"
Ji'an snapped out of her fantasy, instantly realizing what had happened.
She slapped her hands over her nose, her face burning so hot it could have boiled water.
"NO!" Ji'an shrieked, frantically wiping the blood from her chin, panicking beyond rational thought. "No! It's not what it looks like! I swear to the Heavens, Old Man, I am not attracted to you! You are basically like my grandfather! I was thinking of someone else!"
"You barged into my bathhouse, stared at my chest, and started bleeding from the nose while muttering 'so wide' under your breath!" Jiu Zui roared, his face flushing with righteous, indignant fury.
He didn't grab her ear this time.
He raised his hand, channeling a harmless but incredibly painful burst of compressed Qi.
SMACK!!!
