"My disciple, your master finds you harder and harder to fathom."
His words were full of distance.
Xiao Qinghe's breath caught.
His master had never used that tone with him before.
When Bai Yuqing stopped questioning him and swept away in silence, his eyes full of disappointment, Xiao Qinghe's heart felt hollow.
Without thinking, he lunged forward and clung to his master's leg.
Literally clinging to his powerful patron's leg.
Bai Yuqing's handsome face darkened. "What has gotten into you today? All this hugging and clinging-where is your decorum? Let go of your master!"
"No!"
Xiao Qinghe threw caution to the wind.
"Heaven and earth can bear witness to my devotion to you, Master, as can the sun and moon! Even if I've concealed something, I've never had the slightest intention of harming you! If you won't believe me, I won't let go!"
Bai Yuqing pressed a hand to his forehead. "You've said those words to Ouyang Susu no fewer than ten times. Now you're using the same lines to deceive your master?"
Xiao Qinghe: "..."
That was Xiao Qinghe, the actual simp from the original novel!
My damn reputation is being ruined!
"That silver tongue of yours-I wonder how many of every ten things you say are true." Bai Yuqing forcibly pried him off. "You may leave. Your master is tired."
With that, he swept away without looking back.
Xiao Qinghe was left reaching after him in a melodramatic pose, utterly shattered.
Well, now I'm screwed.
Master doesn't trust me = Master can't wake up = the dream continues = sooner or later, Master kills his own disciple for the greater good = I'm dead!
What the hell kind of suffering is this?!
"This is all your fault!" Xiao Qinghe erupted, dragging the person out from under the bed