"Brother Ji, I can't bear to leave you."
Tears welled up in Yin Qingyan's eyes as they spilled over her delicate lashes. She wanted to follow Ji Yin Zhen and yet had to complete the task her master had entrusted her with, so her heart was filled with sorrow.
"Don't cry, don't cry, it's not like we won't see each other again. I'll come back to see you, and from now on, you must listen to Li Fei, got it?"
It took Ji Yin Zhen half a day to coax his little junior sister to stop her tears.
After Ji Yin Zhen left, Ma Houpao looked Yin Qingyan up and down before asking, "Kid, what's your name, and how old are you this year?"
"My name is Yin Qingyan, I'm fourteen. So what? Is there a problem?"
"Very good, very good."
"Why are you looking at me with those lecherous eyes?"
"Ah? Really?" Ma Houpao was startled, not expecting that his fleeting indecent thought would be read by this little Lolita.
