When were you going to let go?
"Ah, Master, y-you're taking off my pants..."
Before long, Deng Chanyu spoke again, her voice shy and coquettish.
"Disciple, your lower body needs to be examined too..."
Deng Chanyu: "..."
Master: "Don't touch that spot..."
Xiao Long: "I'm treating you!"
Deng Chanyu: "..."
"Master, why have you taken off all your own clothes too... It's hurting my eyes..."
"Disciple, it's just to make communication more convenient for us!"
"Master, you're a bad person!"
"Disciple, how could I possibly be a bad person? I care about you and like you, so naturally I want to cherish you!"
"Hmph! No matter what you say, you're a bad person!"
Deng Chanyu answered huffily.
She finally understood why Xiao Long had taken her as his disciple in the first place. So this was the reason!
He truly was an utter scoundrel!
Actually, she had suspected it long ago.
There were precedents right in front of her—Ying Huanhuan, Ying Xiaoxiao, Jiang Yinyin...
Every one of them called Xiao Long "Master, Master," yet every one of them also...
Especially that one day, when the few of them had talked to her about just how amazing Master was, what kinds of positions he liked, and what sorts of role-playing he enjoyed.
They even told her to be a little careful when serving Master.
They spoke as though it were only natural, leaving her so embarrassed that she wanted to die!
She had never expected that this day would truly come!
At first, she had sworn to herself that if Xiao Long dared do that, she would cut off his tool for committing crimes.
But now, after truly experiencing it, she no longer had any thoughts of cutting it off.
"Fine, you actually dare call your Master a bad person! It