Paused for a moment.
"Although it's a bit difficult, but... no problem now."
Zhiyu suddenly leaned forward, pressing against Lu Jin'an's nose tip, like fish in search of their mates, seemingly melting together.
Mu Qingyue, standing to the side and watching this scene, lightly pursed her cherry lips, and her ruby-like eyes flickered with an unusual captivating sheen.
Zhiyu was certainly not fat, but her exceptionally tall figure at this moment enveloped her junior brother, presenting an even more rebellious disciple feel compared to when her junior brother bullied Pei Wanyu.
And Zhiyu's initiative, much like when her junior brother approached Pei Wanyu, made it seem as if she were the Master.
Although the current scene was caused by her junior brother's weakness, a fate unique to the Taichu Hall, a sense of master-disciple destiny, inevitably spread in the heart.
"Zhiyu, be gentler..."
