The day Ye Moxing was tenderly treated by his master, he decided to pretend he had lost his memory so he could stay by his side.
Every day, he "accidentally" knocked over his master's teacup, just so those hands, white as jade, would teach him how to hold it.
Late at night, he would "wake from a nightmare" and curl up in his master's arms, his breath brushing suggestively hot against the other's neck.
Then the Grandmaster, who had been in seclusion for a hundred years, suddenly emerged and used his sword to flick away the hand Ye Moxing had pretended to rest casually on his master's waist.
"You scoundrel of a disciple," the Grandmaster sneered, crushing the teacup. "I was already using those tricks a thousand years ago."
Can the author continue to update? It's really good👀
The part about Master is a bit repetitive and complicated, it would be better if you delete the complicated parts and simplify them🤭