Feng Xiaoyi's Possession didn't take very long.
A few hours later, just as dusk was falling, "Little Sister Jie" walked out of the Daoist Temple. Her eyes shimmered as if filled with tears, her cheeks were rosy, and her smile was shy and timid. She came up behind Du Youqian, naturally took his arm, and said, "Celestial Master, my chest feels a little uncomfortable. Could you please check it for me?"
Du Youqian just as naturally shook off her hand, his face wearing a deeply mocking smile. "Little Sister Jie, please have some self-respect. You are nothing but a lowly Dancing Girl from the Celestial Master's Mansion. Don't think you can just climb into my bed and turn from a pheasant into a phoenix."
"Stop calling me Little Sister Jie! I am Jie Yu!" Jie Yu's face fell. "And you should be calling me Master. You have no respect."
