Giving It to the Child

"My worthy disciple, come over and massage your master's shoulders."

"I'm talking to you! You pretend to be deaf and mute all day, and keep wearing that long-suffering look, as if you've suffered some great injustice. The more I look at you, the angrier I get. Sooner or later, I'll sell you off!"

Under Lu Bei's scolding, Chang Qingyu moved at a tortoise's pace. Reluctantly, she placed her hands on Lu Bei's shoulders, then summoned all her strength and began kneading.

Lu Bei had thick skin and groaned in comfort. Hearing it, Chang Qingyu felt especially aggrieved and couldn't help grinding her teeth.

How could such a shameless thing have defeated Yan Wang Jiang Suxin? The heavens were blind—how unfair this was to Jiang Suxin!

And how unfair it was to her!

The memories of the past were too painful to recall. The more she thought about them, the angrier she became, and her face filled with the grief of someone whose master had died.

"My worthy disciple, why is there no strength in your hands?"

Lu Bei propped up his chin with one hand and turned to look back at Chang Qingyu. Leaning against the stone table, he struck a sultry yet infuriating pose and raised a brow. "Also, what's with that expression? Did your esteemed father, Old Brother Chang, pass away?"

"A teacher is as a father. How could this disciple not grieve?"

Chang Qingyu answered indignantly. Some people were still alive, but in her heart, they had already died.

They died eight hundred times a day, never repeating the manner of death, and every time, she happily buried them herself.

"Tsk, tsk. I just love the way you force a smile. You can't beat me, have no one to help you, and are furious to the point