Yin Qinghe's peach blossom eyes instantly widened in shock.
And, because of the momentum when she got up, her clothes directly…
She suddenly gathered her strength and shoved Qin Yu away, finally getting a chance to catch her breath.
"You!…"
Yin Qinghe spat a few times, then looked up, glaring at the rebellious disciple before her with those peach blossom eyes ablaze.
She's really gone too far!
Yet Qin Yu just looked completely innocent, "Master, your disciple didn't do anything at all."
Yin Qinghe stared at him in disbelief.
Could it be she's saying that as the master, it was…
Wait a minute.
It really wasn't that rebellious disciple shoving it in her mouth—it seemed like she accidentally did it herself.
Damn it!
She'd bitten her teeth so hard they could've shattered, just wishing she could bite that rebellious disciple a few times herself.
Right then, the door was pushed open.
Zhao Mengli walked in from outside, yawning.
"Junior Brother!"
"Master."
