Xiao Qinghe's mind was locked in a fierce struggle.
Finally, he gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and stripped Bai Yuqing's clothes off.
Undressing his own body himself felt so...
Excruciatingly bizarre!
The outer robe fell away, leaving only a thin inner garment, beneath which the flesh showed faintly.
With his master's noble, otherworldly bearing added to the mix, he looked even more alluring...
Bah!
I'm a full-grown man with the aura of a conquering king! Alluring, my ass!
"Come here, my disciple." Bai Yuqing beckoned gently, pulled him to the bedside, and helped him sit down.
Then he began removing Xiao Qinghe's white robe.
"Master, don't..."
Overwhelmed by the honor, Xiao Qinghe hurried to undress himself. "I wouldn't dare trouble you, Master. I'll do it myself."
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
The readers suddenly went wild!
Xiao Qinghe had no time to pay them any attention, because he abruptly discovered that his master had already lain flat on his back, his posture perfectly proper.
Yet he had averted his eyes, as though he dared not look at him.
And the tips of his ears had quietly reddened.
Xiao Qinghe: "..."
How am I supposed to go through with this?
I feel like some filthy thug about to molest an innocent maiden. This feels so wrong.
"Master, perhaps we should do this another day..."
"No need." Bai Yuqing suddenly reached out, caught his wrist, and gave a deft tug.
Caught off guard, Xiao Qinghe toppled sideways and crashed straight into him.
His entire body fell on top of him.
Their bodies were practically pressed together.
Their breaths mingled.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
The readers went even wilder!
[Another point for Master! I'm so excited I'm reverting to my ancestral form!]
[Why do I get the feeling Master's secretly wicked? All