Song Xiaodong turned around, patted her shoulder, and said, "Then hold on for a while."
"Thank you, Master," Lu Yaobing said, quietly leaning against Song Xiaodong, neither speaking nor making any unnecessary movements.
After about ten minutes, Lu Yaobing let go of Song Xiaodong and playfully said, "Master, am I now a true expert too?"
Song Xiaodong sat up and said, "You're still far from it, but dealing with a few ordinary people won't be a problem. Later, I'll teach you some techniques."
As Song Xiaodong stood up, the quilt on Lu Yaobing slid down revealing much of her white chest; she didn't bother to cover up and said, "Great! I've been looking forward to this day for a long time."
Song Xiaodong pulled the quilt back up on Lu Yaobing and lightly tapped her on the head, saying, "If it's about teaching Kung Fu, I can teach anybody, but you're the heir to my medical skills, you should work hard in that area."
