Because I think my good disciple would definitely like it... What's the harm in occasionally dressing so indecently just for my good disciple to see?
"So, is my good disciple satisfied with this reward?" Pei Wanyu asked with a gentle smile.
In the hot spring water, Lu Jin'an shifted his position, crossing his arms on the edge of the pool, resting his chin on his arms, and stared unblinkingly at his Master's ten tidy jade toes painted with red rouge under the black silk, boldly admitting: "Not satisfied, Master still owes me a watermelon."
"So greedy, huh?"
As Pei Wanyu spoke, she took two steps to the side and suddenly bent her knees to squat down.
Lu Jin'an's pupils contracted as his gaze followed Pei Wanyu's jade feet, his expression went blank, and then he saw his Master's hands press against the pool's edge, her luscious black silk-clad legs stepping into the hot spring, submerging her calves.
She sat by the edge of the pool.
