Caught off guard, Lin Yu was left speechless by Qing Lin's question. Only at that moment did he truly understand what she had meant.
Qing Lin said she no longer wanted to be his disciple. Some of the reasons Lin Yu had imagined might have played a part, but they were not the most important ones. The main reason Qing Lin did not want to be Lin Yu's disciple was that she wanted to become his... wife.
Lin Yu did not push Qing Lin away. If she wanted to kiss him, then he would let her. He was enjoying it himself, after all.
They did not last long. After all, Qing Lin—not Lin Yu—was the one who had taken the initiative, and she was a complete novice. Thus, it only lasted a few short minutes.
Qing Lin's face was slightly flushed as she asked softly, "Master, does what you said before still count?"
Lin Yu froze at her words. What had he said before? For a moment, he could not remember.
Then, he suddenly recalled the promise he had made Qing Lin that morning. He had said he would drag the person Qing Lin liked over here, and if that person refused, he would break his third leg...
But how could Qing Lin possibly like anyone else? Lin Yu should have figured that out long ago. Apart from those at home, Qing Lin had hardly interacted with anyone else. On the Dou Qi Continent, she had met very few men, and on the Douluo Continent, aside from that prince, Lin Yu was the only man she had ever come into contact with. How could she have fallen for someone else?
"Ah..." Lin Yu sighed. "When Xun'er and the others return, they'll definitely scold me again. But as they say, if