The little girl was like a koala, using both hands and feet to climb onto Chen Ye’s leg, then burrowing her face into Chen Ye’s chest and sniffing hard.
"Master! You have a smell on you!" Qing Jun lifted her head, squinting her eyes at her master.
What is this guy up to again?
Chen Ye was taken aback, instinctively raising his sleeve to sniff: "Nonsense, I’ve used the Dust Cleaner technique, where would the smell come from?"
"There is!"
Qing Jun pointed at Chen Ye’s chest,
"Here! There’s a smell from that bad woman! It’s fragrant, but it stinks to death!"
Clearly, it’s fragrant, yet she says it stinks to death.
This little girl has a blatant double standard.
Master sneered, Master clenched his fist.
He knew this little girl understood he was about to teach her a lesson and was deliberately trying to divert his attention here!
Chen Ye said expressionlessly: "Nonsense. How could there be a smell here?"
Qing Jun glanced at her master’s fist that was as big as a saucepan and was startled.
But she is an extremely calm and clever True Dragon!
The little girl pretended to be angrily furious:
"If Master didn’t have the bad woman’s smell in his heart, why would Master punish his disciple for a bad woman?"
So that’s the way it is.
It’s a lingering "smell" of the heart.
Chen Ye held his forehead, not knowing how to respond to this girl.
"No way, no way! Master belongs to Qing Jun and sister, you can’t be tainted by another woman’s scent!"
Qing Jun clamored, pressing her little face onto him again.
But this time, she wasn’t sniffing.
"Slurrrp—"
A clear water sound rang out, and Chen Ye stiffened.
In his arms, Qing Jun stuck out a tiny tongue, forcefully licking at the spot on his chest.
The wet sensation was like some kind of young carnivorous beast marking its territory.
"Xu Qingjun!"
Chen Ye was angry and immediately reached to push away this rebellious disciple.
But Qing Jun was already prepared.
Her small arms, like lotus roots, tightly hugged Chen Ye’s waist, and her little head tilted, directly biting down.
"Aww!"
This time, she truly bit into the flesh.
Chen Ye, who has practiced the Body Refining Technique, had flesh as tough as iron.
But the little girl’s bite didn’t break her teeth.
On the contrary, her two sharp little tiger teeth directly sank into Chen Ye’s firm muscle.
It didn’t hurt.
But being surrounded and ground by that soft and tender mouth was truly uncomfortable for the master.
He’s a grown man, without milk!
"Mmm mmm mmm... "
Qing Jun gnawed on her master, her cheeks puffed, making a comfortable purring sound in her throat.
Delicious!
Master’s flesh is truly chewy now!
No wonder she keeps dreaming about her master’s body.
Turns out her master’s flesh is this delicious.
Just...
Qing Jun felt a bit puzzled, she remembered that when refining her master before, his aura was extremely vigorous and pure.
Now, it seemed like something was missing.
She couldn’t help but suck hard once more.
Qing Jun was sure in her heart: "Master is missing something!"
"Hiss..."
Chen Ye took a sharp breath, the veins on his forehead jumping prominently.
This girl... is she really breastfeeding?!
"Let go!"
Chen Ye shouted in a low voice, but Qing Jun wouldn’t relent.
She, like a puppy holding onto a meaty bone, stubbornly refused to let go.
She even lifted her eyelids, looking innocently at Chen Ye with those moist, large eyes.
That look seemed to say: Master, just one more bite, just one.*
On one side, Zhiwei watched with a dark expression.
Even though she knew her junior sister is "by nature greedy," always wanting to eat stuff.
But watching her junior sister clinging to her master, nibbling and licking, while the master scolded with his mouth yet didn’t use his spiritual power to shake the sister off...
How annoying!
The senior sister was angry too.
Chen Ye couldn’t take it anymore. He extended another hand, pinched Qing Jun’s chubby cheek, and squeezed slightly.
"Pop."
The little girl was forced to let go of her mouth, licking her lips with lingering satisfaction, smiling at the teeth marks,
"Hehe... all clean now!"
"The bad woman’s smell is gone! Now, Master’s covered in Qing Jun’s saliva scent!"
She proclaimed her sovereignty triumphantly.
"Good, very good."
Chen Ye took a deep breath, showing a benevolent smile that gave Qing Jun a chill down her spine,
"It seems I’ve indulged you too much, letting you grow so audacious that you even dare to treat your master’s flesh as a teething toy."
"No... no!"
Qing Jun shrank her neck, still arguing, yet her body edgily moved backward,
"Qing Jun is doing this for master’s sake! Master’s aura... it’s too heavy, Qing Jun is helping balance yin and yang!"
"Balance yin and yang?"
Chen Ye sneered.
At this moment, Zhiwei suddenly stepped forward.
With her originally gentle face now wearing a smile, yet her eyes were cold and steely.
She extended her slender, slightly cool fingers, gently placing them on Chen Ye’s arm.
"Master, don’t move."
Zhiwei’s voice was soft, and she retrieved a pure white silk handkerchief from her sleeve, not immediately wiping but instead gently rubbing the wet teeth marks with her fingertips.
"Junior sister has such a heavy bite."
Zhiwei lowered her eyes, her fingers sliding down the line of her master’s muscles, rubbing the glistening saliva bit by bit until she finally used the handkerchief to gently wipe,
"Look what she did to master... there are marks now."
"Does it hurt? Master. If it hurts... tonight, this disciple is willing to punish Qing Jun on your behalf,"
"!!"
Qing Jun’s sweat was about to flow.
And Master was already breaking out in a cold sweat.
Strange?
Could it be he offended both disciples lately?
Suddenly feeling like both disciples were simmering with anger,
"Cough... It doesn’t hurt."
Chen Ye awkwardly wanted to withdraw his hand.