After a wild session of entanglement, Ye Zao and Fourth Master finally lay down.
"You're poking me. If you don't gain some weight, don't touch me, it hurts!" Ye Zao pouted.
"You're a fox saying one thing but meaning another. Isn't it just a way to make me eat well? I'll obey you, but don't say these fake words to coax me." Fourth Master pinched Ye Zao's arm.
"But you can't get too fat either. A man over thirty should pay attention to his figure." Ye Zao moved a little away from Fourth Master, feeling quite hot.
Fourth Master pulled her back: "No dodging."
"But it's hot!" Ye Zao complained.
"Bear with it!" Fourth Master snorted: "In all of the Great Qing, probably only you dare to criticize me, for my figure and for being too hot."
"Talking nonsense, the White Lotus Sect probably criticizes you too. They're anti-Qing and... mm mm mm..."
"Dare to say anything?" Fourth Master covered her mouth: "Aren't you going to stop quickly?"
