The Neglected Master, Nursing Her Grievances

Meng Yutong bit her soft lip, her face the picture of vexation at iron refusing to become steel.

'(｀へ′) Pah, "steamed goose heart"! Every last one of you has become this shameless? Five of you serving him together?'

'(｀д′) You were all having such a great time, weren't you, Big Senior? You're really something... and you didn't even invite...???'

Bitterness, anger, jealousy... all sorts of tangled emotions surged into her heart.

'It's fine. In a couple of days, that rebel disciple will definitely come crawling back on his own. A lecher is still a lecher...'

Lin Heng was currently enjoying the blessings of having them all in the hot spring when a hand suddenly began feeling around his chest. First Senior Sister looked left and right, as though searching for something.

"Junior Brother, this isn't right!"

"What isn't right?"

Duan Shuyun stretched out a jade-like hand and patted the left side of his chest, drawing a circle around it. "I remember writing words here, and I even stamped it. Why is it gone now?"

"(?Д?) Uh... it was probably struck by lightning during the tribulation. After all, shedding one's mortal frame and exchanging one's bones means molting a layer of skin, so..."

"Hmph! Stop making excuses. I remember you said you'd keep it for a lifetime. How long has it even been, and you're already lying to fool people?"

"What should we do, then?"

Duan Shuyun smiled faintly and snapped her fingers. White light flashed in her hand, and the White Mystic Brush appeared. "Then I'll just write my name again, so that someday when you go out and sweet-talk women, you won't deceive their feelings."

"When they see the name on your body, they'll definitely press you for answers, won't they?"

Her teasing tone was filled with delicate thoughtfulness.