"You little troublemaker, you're going to be the death of me! Why can't you get this key out?" Sun Dasheng tugged several times but still couldn't pull it out. It wasn't because he truly couldn't, but because he was afraid that using too much force might hurt her.
"I think... it's caught in my bra..."
What...
"Master, can't you just reach in and get it out?" The drunk Ouyang Jiani didn't understand why her normally efficient master was dithering now.
Damn it, I'm being looked down on by my own apprentice.
Sun Dasheng didn't hesitate any longer. He reached his hand in, pushed aside the obstructive fabric of her bra, and fumbled around inside for a moment before finally grasping the culprit—the key.
"Master, what is your hand doing? Why do I feel so hot?!"
