"Uh, brother, wait for me!" Shen Zhixia bit into the chicken leg as she hurried after him, and before leaving, she didn't forget to stuff two pig trotters in her pocket.
"Sect Master Ji, how did you and your dear disciple rest last night? Are you comfortable with the accommodations?" Huo Wuya turned to the pair sitting beside him and asked.
Bang—
The cup in Ling Ningzhi's hand fell onto the table, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes. She wondered if her master had noticed last night's absurdities.
Ji Hongxiu's ears were also faintly heated, worried that her disciple might find out that the person pressing her down last night was actually herself...
"What's the matter? Didn't sleep well?" Huo Wuya mistook their silence for dissatisfaction with the hospitality, thinking he had neglected his distinguished guests.
"Not bad."
"Pretty, pretty comfortable!"
The two exchanged a glance and then sheepishly looked away.
