Chapter 281: Chapter 279: Slipped Hand
Liu Zixiao understood her rebellious disciple so well, it was apparent from the Sect Leader’s reaction.
She had no doubts at all.
In order for her good sister to endure hardships together, Liu Zixiao had painstakingly planned for quite some time.
For instance, what Qin Yu would do upon entering, and how he would react after discovering it was the Sect Leader...
Of course, the main thing was to prevent the Sect Leader from looking back. Every time she wanted to turn around, Liu Zixiao would abruptly leave without a word.
This was the reason why Qin Yu hadn’t been discovered until now.
It was meticulous in every way!
Of course, Qin Yu was unaware of this, if he knew, he definitely...
would be overwhelmed with gratitude!
He would surely give Liu Master a proper reward.
But right now, he was terribly afraid.
He pursed his lips, attempting to alleviate the inexplicable dryness, even though the surroundings were humid with steam, he felt as if he were being roasted over a fire.
Before him, the Sect Leader’s skin was as breathtakingly beautiful as petals kissed by the morning dew.
She gently laid upon the rock in the center of the hot spring, her graceful figure perfectly presented before Qin Yu’s eyes.
The lines of her body were smooth, without any excess, every part just right, nearly perfect.
Ingeniously crafted.
Perhaps, only these words could describe it.
"Why are you so sluggish today? Why linger in one spot? Move further down, aren’t you usually more proactive?"
The Sect Leader couldn’t help but splash the water to express her dissatisfaction.
Normally, Liu Zixiao didn’t need her to speak; she would massage everywhere, regardless of need, and even disregarded her resistance.
Today seemed a bit... absent-minded.
But Qin Yu was stunned.
He had already reached the Sect Leader’s waist, going further down...
would be crossing a line!
How was he supposed to handle this?
To massage or not?
Better to continue.
After all, he was already at this point; there seemed to be no difference if he continued.
If the Sect Leader discovered him, could he possibly be spared just because he didn’t continue?!
Clearly impossible!
Finally, as if reaching a huge resolve, Qin Yu steadied his slightly trembling hands and slowly rested them upon the masterpiece floating on the water’s surface.
No.
Just placed on the masterpiece.
After all, the masterpiece was so grand, how could two hands hold it entirely?
"Ah!"
"What are you doing? Why is it always like this? I asked you to massage my legs!"
However, as soon as he placed his hands, the Sect Leader immediately reacted, twisting her body as if trying to escape those palms.
But.
Qin Yu had just put his hands there, and with a near reverent attitude, as the Sect Leader twisted, coincidentally...
his hand slipped.
...
...
The consequence of slipping hands was severe.
Even if the Sect Leader wanted to continue enjoying the massage, she couldn’t remain indifferent.
Almost instantly, she rose from her nearly reclining position on the water’s surface, then furiously turned around, rebuking, "Liu Zixiao, don’t go too far..."
Before she finished her sentence, she froze.
Originally, Qin Yu was massaging her back, and they were already very close; as she stood up, they were practically face to face.
There was even physical contact.
At first, the Sect Leader thought she was mistaken.
It was clearly Liu Zixiao, how had he become...that rebellious disciple?!
To confirm this wasn’t her imagination, she cutely rubbed her eyes.
But the scene before her remained unchanged.
That rebellious disciple indeed stood before her, even the awkwardness and embarrassment on his face were unmistakably vivid.
The Sect Leader’s mind suddenly seemed emptied, thoughts stalled, pupils instinctively dilated, and her delicate lips parted slightly, murmuring words laced with disbelief:
"You...how is it you?"
Where was her good sister?
How had it turned into this rebellious disciple?!
Everything before her was obvious; from the start, Liu Zixiao hadn’t been present, which meant... just now, it had been this rebellious disciple massaging her entirely?!
Boom!
It was like heavenly thunder exploded within the Sect Leader’s heart; she was dazed, forgetting to conceal, forgetting to speak, even forgetting the awkward situation between master and disciple.
Her mind replayed the events over and over as if unseen hands brushed past the spots where she had been massaged, making the goosebumps on her arms rise visibly.
She had actually been massaged by her disciple...
For most of her body?!
And also...
Unforgivable!
Absolutely unforgivable!
How dare this rebellious disciple...?!
In the next moment, an immense aura surged from the Sect Leader, like a mountain flood, unstoppable.
Qin Yu witnessed this, his heart in chaos, hurriedly speaking with urgency and panic, "Master, let your disciple explain."
It wasn’t that he couldn’t match the Sect Leader now.
But he feared the angry Sect Leader, using such intense Spiritual Power, would worsen her internal injuries.
However, Su Xihe was beyond listening.
The shame swelling in her heart transformed entirely into anger, needing release.
A powerful force impacted Qin Yu, he merely wobbled slightly, not hurled away.
Qin Yu felt helpless.
If he didn’t stop her, this hot spring might cease to exist.
In desperation, he simply pulled the Sect Leader into his arms.
Unexpectedly, the master and disciple shared a close embrace.
The Sect Leader clearly hadn’t reacted and hadn’t expected such boldness from the rebellious disciple.
She instinctively tried to escape Qin Yu’s embrace, Spiritual Power stirring, to no avail.
Though she held back her strength somewhat, she, being at Golden Core Peak, should, in theory, be unresisted by an Early-stage Golden Core.
Yet Qin Yu’s body seemed as if forged from steel, unaffected.
The enraged Sect Leader’s face instantly showed deep astonishment.
When had this rebellious disciple grown so strong?!
It was at this moment, regaining some composure, she realized their current circumstances.
She knew herself, of course.
And Qin Yu was dressed in... new clothes.
Yet here she was, as his master, held in her disciple’s embrace?!
Could this be justified?
Amid her fury, two blushes rose on her cheeks.
She struggled again, still to no effect, only able to viciously threaten, "Let...let me go!"
[Tomorrow’s outburst]
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