"You both took off your clothes, and you say you did nothing?!"
Ling Ningzhi looked at the two with a bitter gaze.
She was no longer the naive young girl she once was.
A man and a woman, barely clad, lying together on the same bed all night… how could nothing have happened?
Ji Hongxiu's skin looked as white as snow with a rosy blush, glowing softly, as if a peach blossom nourished by morning dew…
Originally, she thought her master had hidden difficulties, but now it was clear he was simply enjoying himself!
"Master, I can give up anything for you, but absolutely not Mr. Chen! You can't do anything improper with him!" Ling Ningzhi clutched at her robe hem tightly, mustering her courage to speak.
She had lost both parents at a young age, living with her grandfather.
After joining Tianshu Pavilion, Ji Hongxiu cared for her attentively, taught her meticulously, and groomed her into the sect's chief disciple; in her eyes, she was both a teacher and a mother!
