A self-righteous master who dotes on his disciples × a seemingly sweet, secretly unhinged disciple
When she was twelve, You Qingxin was rescued from the snow and brought to the mountain sect by Bai Wangyi.
From then on, her swordsmanship soared to the heavens. At fifteen, she claimed the top spot and became renowned throughout the Nine Provinces.
Everyone said she was free of worldly desires, pure and unblemished, and possessed the virtue of saving the world.
She was the most pristine, flawless moon in all the world.
In short, her life had gone too smoothly. It had no blemishes.
But what did it matter to You Qingxin whether what people said was true or false?
Then, at eighteen, You Qingxin belatedly had an absurd dream.
Dreaming about a man wasn't a big deal.
But the man in her dream wasn't just anyone. It was her own aloof master, with frosted brows and cold eyes, as beautiful as a jade mountain on the verge of collapse.
After that, whenever he lowered his eyes, she saw desire; whenever he breathed, she felt seduced.
After enduring six months of loving master-and-disciple propriety, You Qingxin finally snapped: I can't take it anymore!!!
Since she couldn't endure it, there was no need to keep enduring.
So, late-night tea, and a little half-hearted resistance (in her opinion).
She kissed her master's trembling Adam's apple and bit at his disheveled robes.
Afterward, she licked her lips and savored the memory, then could only gaze at the sky and sigh:
My heart belongs to the bright moon,
but the moon shines on a ditch.
The morning after, Bai Wangyi woke up furious and full of self-reproach.
He assumed she was young and naive, led astray by an outsider, and resolved to guide her back to the righteous path.
So he repeated again and again:
The proper bond between master and disciple must never be crossed.
She obediently agreed, just as she always had.
But later...
She was surrounded by one love interest after another. Demon Lords like this and Immortal Lords like that swarmed around her like flies around filth.
In the end, he couldn't stand it any longer. He personally cut down her admirers with a single stroke of his sword and dragged her into his arms:
If you insist on choosing one person... then it can only be me, your master.
After struggling every which way, he was finally willing to bear the shame, only for her to point at him and push him away.
Master, your disciple is afraid of tarnishing your good name.
How about... you become my secret lover instead?
Thesis: If you love someone, don't be so coy about it
