Fourteenth Master looked at her pretending to be fierce and couldn't help but want to laugh.
But he still didn't laugh: "You're like a block of wood, even if I teach you, you won't learn!"
"I'm stupid, which makes things difficult for you, Master," Lady Wan Yan snorted, raising her head even higher.
Fourteenth Master burst out laughing, reaching out to pinch her cheek.
He used a bit of force, so the pinch was somewhat painful.
Lady Wan Yan struggled free, glaring, about to get angry.
Fourteenth Master was quick, promptly pulling down his cloak and tossing it over Lady Wan Yan's head.
A man's cloak is quite large, and as it fell, Lady Wan Yan's vision went dark; she couldn't care about getting angry.
She hurriedly pulled off the cloak, her hair in disarray, her face as red as a pig's liver, furious!
Fourteenth Master knew that Lady Wan Yan was about to explode in anger, so he pulled her close and kissed her.
Lady Wan Yan's bellyful of anger disappeared with his kiss.
