Master, Your Legs Are Really Smooth!

"Wait!"

Meng Yutong called out to him on instinct.

With his back turned, the corners of Lin Heng's mouth curved into a smile. He turned around and asked, "What is it, Master?"

"You... you're just leaving like that?"

His brows lifted, always mixed with a hint of wickedness. Lin Heng sized up the beautiful Master before him with a playful look and said thoughtfully, "From your tone, I heard three parts confusion, three parts resentment, and one part astonishment."

"Actually, Master, you were looking forward to it too, right?!"

"(｀Д′) Bastard! Who was looking forward to it? Only a little beast like you would look forward to that kind of thing. Just now your tone was so tough, then this sudden contrast made me wonder if you'd been struck stupid by lightning!"

Meng Yutong spoke her clumsy explanation slowly. It was clear this sentence had also been thought up on the spot, a reason she had cobbled together then and there.

Lin Heng, this Rebel Disciple, was not anxious, yet she, the Master, had grown anxious instead.

(￣ω￣;) Tsk, tsk, tsk, interesting! For some reason, every time she cursed someone with that cold face, there was an inexplicable thrill to it! It was even more exciting than calling me husband...

You still want to play with me, huh? Then I'll keep playing along...

"Ahem! Your disciple was not struck stupid by lightning. I only want to be a man of my word, and I hope you are the same, Master. If I behave well, I get rewarded once a month. I have to learn to be content!"

"And one more thing. I actually especially want to repair the master-disciple relationship between us, and become your most beloved Rebel Disciple!"

As he spoke, he scampered back over and swaggered up to