After Ling Changqing activated the sound-dampening Shielding Restriction, the four women gathered around him in unison.
Ling Changqing was seated in a large chair behind the Golden Silk Cloud Sandalwood Table. Chen Zihan, clad in a sheer, water-red dress, her skin fairer than snow, straddled his lap and said with overwhelming coyness:
"Master, may this disciple massage your legs for you as well?"
Ling Changqing hesitated. "You're still young. There's no rush. You don't really have to do these things."
After all, a female disciple's status was different from that of a Maid; they had no need to perform such menial, serving tasks.
On Chen Zihan's pure and radiant face, her beautiful, distinct eyes shimmered with a seductive charm. Her voice was a mix of sweet and coy as she said:
"Isn't it only right and proper for a disciple to serve her master? Serving tea, fetching water, massaging his legs and shoulders—that's all part of my duty, isn't it?"
