Pei Yuhang had no idea that his little disciple was forming some secret clique behind his back.
Right now, he was sitting by the bedside of a certain Holy Daughter, holding Shang Miaoyan's delicate, jade-like feet in his hands. His fingers gently and skillfully kneaded her ankles.
But his gaze was distant; his mind was clearly elsewhere.
He was thinking about what late-night snack to make for Liyuan when he got back, and about making an extra portion to send to Qing Yueqiu to see if Yueqiu would talk to him...
"Xiaohan, now that you're here, can you please focus your attention on me? Just put thoughts of other women aside for a moment~"
Shang Miaoyan's voice, tinged with a playful pout, drifted softly into Pei Yuhang's ears.
Her five jade-like toes, as round and translucent as pearls, were wiggling slightly, as if expressing her displeasure at his inattentiveness.
