Then... he began massaging him.
Because he was too nervous, Ye Qinghong's movements were somewhat stiff, his massage purely mechanical.
Fang Yang understood perfectly well, figuring that after a while, his eldest disciple would probably grow as unruly as Huang Fuling and wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace.
Yet, a long while later...
Ye Qinghong slowly stood up, his face red, fine strands of hair clinging to his sweat-soaked temples.
"Master, I happened to read some books on the subject. Just now, I massaged more than a dozen of your acupoints to relax your muscles considerably. The effect should be better than Huang Protector's."
He spoke in a clear voice, then seemed to think of something. After Fang Yang rose, he gently stood on tiptoe.
He kissed his master's lips.
Unlike the previous kiss, which had ended with a fleeting touch.
This time, Ye Qinghong clenched his fists, his lips lingering on Fang Yang's for a long time.
Only then did he slowly pull away.
Afterward, his high ponytail swished slightly, his dark hair rippling as he spoke stubbornly.
"Master, I have finished. I offended you without your permission. Please punish me."
"..."
Fang Yang's expression was cold, but a closer look would have revealed a trace of astonishment in his eyes.
Or rather... disbelief.
That was it?
It was over already?
His head was already aching, his Formless Demon Body seething.
Yet in the end...
That was all? What a tremendous disappointment.
Meanwhile, seeing Fang Yang remain silent, Ye Qinghong thought his bold offense had angered his master.
After all...
His master was impotent, and his concern for him was nothing but pure and innocent.
Such behavior on his part truly violated all propriety and was also the greatest offense against his master.
But... he truly would not allow