Lu Yaobing finally finished dressing, standing confidently in front of Song Xiaodong, without any shyness or reserve.
Seeing Lu Yaobing being so natural, Song Xiaodong couldn't avoid looking anymore, as that would make him appear guilty. Watching Lu Yaobing pull on her T-shirt, the spring-like allure on her body gradually faded away, leaving behind a particularly enchanting charm.
"Look good?" Lu Yaobing asked playfully, flashing a smile at Song Xiaodong after getting dressed.
Song Xiaodong's face darkened, and he said, "Not good."
Lu Yaobing pouted and hugged Song Xiaodong's arm, saying, "Master, even if I'm not as good as the Mistress, you don't have to hit my confidence like that, do you?"
Song Xiaodong said irritably, "I must hit your confidence; otherwise, you'll become more and more unruly."
Lu Yaobing shook Song Xiaodong's arm, coyly saying, "You are the dearest master to me."
