He certainly didn't want his Master to hold a grudge over such a small matter, and on a further note, it would be awful if it triggered some fearsome thoughts akin to those of Nanzhi and Qingyue.
With these thoughts flashing through his mind, Lu Jin'an held Pei Wanyu tighter, and Pei Wanyu's gaze softened.
Mu Qingyue, whose eyes were peeking upwards, couldn't help but squeeze her legs tighter, this is exactly the feeling she liked.
With this thought, Mu Qingyue, who had tidied everything up, lifted her delicate chin and turned her head to look at Pei Wanyu, pointing to her own abdomen: "Perfect for writing."
Pei Wanyu gave Mu Qingyue a vicious glare, about to speak, when Lu Jin'an cleared his throat first: "Not as pretty as yours."
Pei Wanyu's gaze instinctively moved downward, the pink glow was quite striking.
