Lin Heng had originally planned to embark on a profound, soulful, and sweet journey with his great Master and kind little aunt.
But that salted fish always put on airs, clinging stubbornly to everything from the past.
How could that be allowed?
Both Hangs had tempers.
No wonder a True Lord was the cleverest—though she said, "Insolent," she was really only putting up a token struggle.
"You Rebel Disciple, honestly... ah, could you be a little more proper?"
"Master, am I not being proper enough?"
Things had come to this; there was nothing more to say. Please remove your armor at once.
Meng Yutong bit her lower lip, looking as though she were about to suffer humiliation. Yet once the armor was removed, Lin Heng's next move left her rather bewildered.
The Show-off suddenly rolled to the side and sprawled flat on his back, hands tucked beneath his head. Tilting his chin up slightly, he looked at her. "All right, Master. You can begin."
"Hold it. What do you mean, I begin?"
"You Rebel Disciple, don't tell me you want me to..."
"Heh heh heh, Master, have you forgotten? The first time between us seemed to be in this position too. Only then, Senior Sister and the others were helping out. This time, I hope Master can take the initiative herself."
Lin Heng wore a wicked grin.
But how could such an outrageous request be so easily granted? Face flushed crimson, Meng Yutong slapped him and struggled to run away.
"Bold!"
"You still want to run? Hand it over!"
"Rebel Disciple, don't even think about it! I'm telling you, impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Ow, you dare... ah!"
Master and disciple remained locked in a stalemate for quite some time. In the end, Meng Yutong was the first to give out and