Gan Baobao was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.
As long as she could learn this divine technique, she would gladly study the Book of Changes—let alone anything more complicated!
"What's so good about it?"
Lin Xuan's face darkened, and he snorted.
"Do you think teaching you all this won't cost me time and effort? If you want to learn this martial art, I'll have to be your instructor. How do you propose we settle that score?"
Gan Baobao was taken aback. She stammered,
"Th-then... what should I do?"
Lin Xuan's gaze roamed over her from head to toe without restraint.
A wicked smile tugged at his lips, and he spoke in a tone that brooked no argument:
"To make up for my trouble, starting tonight, you'll have to do more."
"Besides serving me tea and water and giving me a full-body massage during the day, you'll have to wash my feet at night."
"W-wash your feet?!"
Gan Baobao froze as if struck by lightning.
Serving tea and water was a maid's job, and giving massages was a concubine's. But washing feet...
That was the lowliest task, something even a wife or concubine might refuse to do—something only the most humble servant would undertake!
He actually wanted her to wash his feet?
"What? You don't want to?"
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow, his gaze turning dangerous.
"Let me remind you: my time is precious. Teaching you is a favor; refusing is my right."
"If you can't even manage this little thing, then I don't think you need to learn this martial art."
As he spoke, he once again pretended to put away the silk scroll.
"I... I agree!"
Seeing the divine technique about to slip away again, Gan Baobao cried out almost without thinking.
She agreed.
At that moment, dignity, status, shame...