Chapter 135.2 : Lend a Hand (Part 2)
[Su Lingyuan (6): Master, Master! Look at me, look at me!]
[Lu Fuyao: Congratulations, Senior Sister!]
[Lu Tingni: By the way, Senior Sister, how did you let Senior Brother go after only 6 times?]
[Su Lingyuan (6): Uh haha, well… that is… I couldn't bear to see Junior Brother begging for mercy. Yes, that's definitely it.]
[Dantai Jinglian: Really? Why don't I believe that? Could it be that Lingyuan simply couldn't endure the battle, and Junior Brother took pity on you, so it only ended up being this much?]
[Dantai Jinglian: Sigh, this Lingyuan—she's just too weak. Sister Shui really has her methods. Xiao Lingyuan, you should learn more from your Martial Aunt Shui… ]
[Su Lingyuan (6): Everyone, don't listen to her nonsense!]
[Shui Qianrou (18): Well… Lingyuan, Junior Nephew's limits really are more than just this much. Mm, I tested it personally… ]
[Luo Huangjun: Lingyuan, when you have time, you should train your physical body more… ]
Inside the room, seeing everyone's teasing, Su Lingyuan's small face flushed crimson. She wished she could rush out right now and drag Chu Ge back.
But the moment she tried to get up, the sensation of her entire body falling apart—and the pain—surged back again.
"You rotten Junior Brother… bad Junior Brother! Like a bull! All you know how to do is charge straight ahead!"
Rubbing the spot that had borne the brunt of it all, Su Lingyuan muttered softly.
At the same time, she secretly swore to herself that she would definitely train her body properly from now on!
Chu Ge, of course, had no idea that his ditzy senior sister had already ignited an intense, blazing fighting spirit.
At this moment, he was standing outside his master Luo Huangjun's room.
Before he even knocked, a cool, clear voice came from inside.
"Come in."
Chu Ge wasn't surprised. He immediately pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The moment he entered, Chu Ge's gaze was drawn to the ethereal, icy figure within the room.
He slowly approached, stopping behind Luo Huangjun.
Then he spread his arms and pulled his cool, immortal-like master tightly into his embrace.
"Why didn't you spend more time keeping Lingyuan company?" Luo Huangjun asked, her voice unchanged.
Yet with Chu Ge pressed so close, he could still feel her heartbeat gradually quickening.
"Senior Sister… was a bit tired," Chu Ge replied.
He wasn't surprised that Luo Huangjun knew what had happened in Su Lingyuan's room today.
With her level of cultivation, if she wished, every movement of everyone within the Taihuang Sacred Land would be clearly perceived by her.
"Oh? Is that your excuse for not having your fill—and coming to look for your master instead?" Luo Huangjun's tone remained cool.
But sensing the troublesome thing pressed tightly against her, her voice carried a hint of reproach.
"Master really understands me!" Chu Ge said cheerfully.
Being called out didn't embarrass him in the slightest—if anything, he held her even tighter.
"What a rebellious disciple!" Luo Huangjun scolded softly, her delicate face warming.
Her mind involuntarily replayed the absurd, intimate things she had done with this rebellious disciple in this very room not long ago.
"Hehe, who told Master to possess such peerlessly beautiful looks? This disciple truly can't control himself."
"So you're saying this is my fault?" Luo Huangjun finally turned around, looking straight at Chu Ge, who was right in front of her.
"Naturally. And so, Master should properly make up for this mistake."
As soon as Chu Ge finished speaking, he leaned in and kissed her.
Luo Huangjun had no intention of resisting, allowing Chu Ge to do as he pleased.
Before long, the Sacred Lord's robe—symbolizing the supreme authority of the Taihuang Sacred Land—fell onto the floor.
But the master and disciple who had already reached the bed paid it no attention, devoting themselves entirely to responding to each other.