Sandwiched between two attacks, “Luo Binghe” finally couldn’t maintain that provocative posture any longer. He flipped off the bed, not forgetting to give Shen Qingqiu’s waist another squeeze before leaving, then gracefully landed at the other end of the Bamboo House. “Shizun is so merciless with his attacks,” he said, adopting a sad expression. “Doesn’t his heart hurt for his disciple even a little?” Get the fuck out! Who’s your shizun?!
