The first lesson of tonight ended amidst the surprised and delighted faces of the bewildered students.
After a short rest, the two of them promptly started the second lesson with a flourish.
But this time, it was Zhao Rong who had become tired from standing.
He sat down in the Master's chair behind the desk.
Since Su Qingdai was the student, she naturally could not be seated higher than Zhao Rong, so she continued kneeling as before, only this time in a different position, growing increasingly accustomed and obediently charming in his presence.
Zhao Rong lifted a large section of the tablecloth hanging in front of the desk to the ground, creating a spacious gap underneath where a fine lady could fit.
Thus, one sat comfortably leaning back in the chair, while the other knelt modestly under the table like a petite wife.
Zhao Rong slightly closed his eyes.
He seemed to be silently observing the turmoil within his Heart Lake.
