CHAPTER 273: CHAPTER 152: ROAST CHICKEN_3

"A disciple only remembers the trials of the Master to forget the pain of Nine Stars Body Tempering."

Lu Jin’an spoke softly: "Five..."

Before Lu Jin’an could finish, Pei Wanyu suddenly withdrew a hand and hooked the collar of her purple silk dress.

Lu Jin’an’s voice immediately vanished.

Pei Wanyu lightly bit her lower lip, enhancing the allure of her sweat-dampened face: "See, you don’t remember at all."

Lu Jin’an smiled: "Master, self-deception isn’t good, anyway, the disciple will remember in a moment."

He glanced at the table: "I’ll write it down with the brush Master used to practice calligraphy."

Listening to Lu Jin’an’s voice, Pei Wanyu’s delicate body trembled slightly, wanting to retort stubbornly, but seeing the face of her good disciple, her heart softened.

She was helping her good disciple ease the pain of star tempering.

Pei Wanyu’s voice quivered: "If you remember wrongly, I will punish you, understand?"

"How?"

"By stepping on this rebellious disciple of mine!"

Lu Jin’an glanced at his silk-clad foot, sticky with sweat and stockings, a different emotion flashed in his eyes. Pretending to remember wrong seemed like a good choice?

Thinking, he softly said: "Master mustn’t deliberately lie."

"Hmph~ Master isn’t someone who says one thing and means another."

Lu Jin’an released Pei Wanyu’s silk foot, bending down to whisper in her ear: "Then be someone who acts oppositely?"

Pei Wanyu hooked her ankle around his thigh, raising her hand to encircle his nape: "Want a taste?"

Lu Jin’an picked up his Master in one swift motion, placing her on the round table, blocking her lips with his own, kissing her slender neck, her delicate collarbone, and then...

Before his Master, he loved to act like a child.

Pei Wanyu, leaning back, indulgently embraced Lu Jin’an’s nape, feeling the steadily stabilizing strength within him, the tension in her heart gradually eased.

Mere star tempering, opening the Dao Palace, how could it trouble her treasured disciple?

Pei Wanyu secretly pinched Lu Jin’an’s arm, feeling no different from before, yet she could sense the immense strength within this young body exceeding his former self.

Quietly delighted in her heart, yet her eyebrows involuntarily furrowed slightly.

Because she had not used the Fasting Pill this time, she truly felt ’weak’.

Pei Wanyu found it odd, as someone from the Huang Clan, her physique was unparalleled, how could she be weak?

Thinking, she suddenly tensed her body, slightly raising her snowy neck, her hands gripping Lu Jin’an’s back, leaving red marks.

Nostrils flaring, Pei Wanyu lightly bit her lip, a dazed look flashing in her watery eyes.

Unconsciously, she recalled what Xiao Yinruo had said in the hot spring that day.

Could she really be roast chicken?

At that thought, her black silk jade legs tightened from the table’s edge, her toes curling toward her sole, the fragrance her body emitted seemed to grow richer.

Such shameful thoughts made Pei Wanyu feel more out of control.

"Master?" Lu Jin’an looked up at Pei Wanyu in surprise, repeatedly?

Meeting Lu Jin’an’s eyes, Pei Wanyu felt deeply embarrassed; now her good disciple surely found her even weaker.

However...

She reached out to gently cup Lu Jin’an’s cheeks, her gaze tenderly pressing her forehead against his, softly brushing her lips against his mouth.

"Do you like it?"

"Mm."

"Because it’s you~" Pei Wanyu hooked his thigh: "That’s why Master is like this."

She glanced at the starry light dimly flowing in from the window, her voluptuous figure sliding from the table’s edge, knees bending, touching the floor.

Pei Wanyu looked up: "Now, it’s okay for yin energy to be a little weaker~"

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Author: Still owe twenty-seven thousand words.