Chen Ye chuckled, "Earlier, Zhiwei rewarded Master with a kiss... How about Master giving the same reward, eh?"
"Master!"
Zhiwei was furious, crossing her arms and putting on a stern little face,
"It's only natural for a disciple to assist her Master, how can one seek rewards? Besides... such actions are frivolous and disrespectful to a mentor! We're still in a dangerous place, how can Master be distracted!"
The more she spoke, the more anxious she became, her porcelain-white face blushing with shame and anger, as she tightened her grip around her arms.
Little brat, such a double standard.
Chen Ye had this thought when his disciple's eyes, as cold as a frigid pond, had already seen through her Master's mind, her pink lips tight:
"My kiss on Master's cheek was from sincere respect and affection! But Master sees it as a reward, is he trying to exchange it with his disciple?"
She spoke with utmost seriousness, exceptionally earnest.
