Lin Xuan widened his eyes in feigned surprise and spread his hands innocently.
"Master, you've wronged me there. What kind of person do you take me for? This afternoon, I was kindly helping Miss Huo with her swordsmanship. As for Lady Yin... she was feeling unwell. Perhaps an old ailment had flared up again."
"Pah!"
Huang Rong shot him an annoyed glare. The captivating charm in that look made Lin Xuan's heart burn.
"What kind of person could you be? You're a complete and utter lecher!"
Huang Rong lowered her voice, her tone carrying a trace of reproach but little real anger.
"Even I, your master, was seduced by you, you rebellious disciple. In broad daylight, in someone else's residence, you still dared to get handsy with me. Do you think I don't know what's going through that dirty mind of yours? Those two probably didn't come because you bullied them, and now they're hiding from you!"
Rather than getting angry, Lin Xuan burst out laughing.
"No one knows me better than my master."
He rose to his feet, rounded half the table, and came straight to Huang Rong's side.
Before Huang Rong could react, Lin Xuan stretched out an arm and wrapped it around her slender waist. With a slight pull, he lifted the famed female Zhuge and leader of the Beggar Sect straight into his arms and set her on his lap.
"Ah! What are you doing? We're still eating!"
Huang Rong cried out and made a token struggle, yet her hands naturally wound around Lin Xuan's neck.
"How could eating compare to tasting Master?"
Lin Xuan lowered his head and planted a heavy kiss on her lush red lips. Then, with one hand, he lifted a wine cup from the table and brought it to Huang Rong's