Yang Jiu put his sword on Baiyu's shoulder: "I will destroy you today."
"Master, this disciple is helpless." Baiyu cried while hugging Yang Jiu's legs. "I never thought that Master's sweetheart is actually me."
The cold-hearted, duplicitous and jealous king × the sinister lunatic who protects his wife
* "My disciple has learned a lot today. Master, would you like to take a look?"
"Don't look."
"How can that be done? My disciple has been preparing for a long time." Baiyu drew his sword and threatened.
"Oh." Yang Jiu picked up the flute.
Baiyu grinned and hooked his fingers on Yang Jiu's belt: "Master, it's not your turn to refuse."
Intention: tentative
