Chapter 590 514: Ji Shenyun Gave Master Many Bad Memories, Let Yueqiu Overwrite Them

After watching the "third wheel," Junior Martial Uncle Nangong, leave, Qing Yueqiu turned back to Pei Yuhang with a sweet smile. Then, she rose lightly onto her delicate tiptoes and came to stand before him.

"I missed you so much, Master~"

"Didn't you already say that earlier?"

"That was when someone else was around... Now it's just Yueqiu and Master alone. It's different."

Qing Yueqiu's eyelashes fluttered, and she closed her eyes. Her glistening lips, like dew-kissed petals, parted slightly with her quickened breaths.

It was as if she were offering Pei Yuhang a silent invitation.

Pei Yuhang didn't want to spurn the girl's ardor, yet he couldn't help but feel the need to maintain his composure and uphold his dignity as her master.

So he only gave her a kiss as light as a dragonfly skimming the water before quickly pulling away.

Qing Yueqiu slowly opened her glistening eyes and puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction, looking like a little pufferfish.

"Master, there's no one else here. Why are you being so reserved?"

"I... Your Junior Martial Uncle Nangong is still right outside the door. After she leaves..."

Pei Yuhang pointed toward the window, at the somewhat blurry, slender silhouette.

But before he could finish, Qing Yueqiu boldly grabbed his collar.

The silver-haired girl pulled her master close and kissed him forcefully. At the same time, she opened her elegant hand and summoned a gust of spiritual wind, extinguishing all the candles in the room.

In the darkened room, the only sound for a moment was the soft noise of swallowing.

At the window near the corridor, the faint silhouette of Nangong Jin saw that they had extinguished the lights. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly walked away.

When Qing Yueqiu saw her leave, she drew back her gaze, a smile touching the corners of her eyes.

Even though she was the disciple, she was being uncharacteristically assertive with her master right now.

She pushed Pei Yuhang back toward the bed.

After a long time... their lips parted.

Gasping for breath, Pei Yuhang shot a glare of annoyed embarrassment at Qing Yueqiu, whose own pretty face was flushed crimson from the lack of air.

"Yueqiu, you're getting bolder and bolder!"

"It seems that after being away from the Cold Palace Sword Mansion for so long, you've lost all respect for me, your master!"

Seeing that her master was genuinely a little angry, Qing Yueqiu quickly snuggled up to him and said softly:

"It's only because Yueqiu missed Master so much... I just wanted to express how I feel in a more... intense way."

"Hmph. In that case, you mischievous disciple, you can have a taste of how much I've missed *you*!"

Pei Yuhang snorted, then flipped over and pinned his mischievous head disciple down on the bed.

Qing Yueqiu giggled, holding her hands in front of her in a show of token resistance.

But her crimson eyes sparkled with anticipation for her master's "punishment."

...

...

In the dead of night, moonlight poured into the room like a silken veil, gently covering the man and woman snuggled tightly together.

Qing Yueqiu was curled up in Pei Yuhang's arms like a satiated kitten.

Her silver hair was scattered across her master's chest, shimmering even more brightly than the cascading moonlight and making her skin seem all the more pale and jade-like.

The silver-haired girl's eyes were slightly narrowed, the corners of her lips curled in a blissful smile, looking just like the cat that got the cream.

She had waited for countless days and nights for this tender moment with her master. Even now that she was finally with him, it still felt like a dream.

The happiness had come so suddenly that it felt somewhat unreal.

Beside her, Pei Yuhang ran his long, slender fingers through her soft silver hair, gently combing out the strands that clung to her neck with sweat.

"Master..."

Qing Yueqiu suddenly tilted her face up, her glistening, jewel-like crimson eyes looking straight at him.

"Does Junior Martial Uncle Nangong... like you too?"

The movement of Pei Yuhang's fingertips paused slightly.

He lowered his gaze, his thick eyelashes hiding the complex emotions that flashed through his eyes.

"Junior Sister Nangong's situation is... special right now. She's a Cultivator of the Forgetfulness Dao and never had any inappropriate feelings for me. But she's currently undergoing her Red Dust Tribulation, so her emotions are no longer under her control."

"But, Yueqiu, you don't have to worry. Nothing happened between us."

Qing Yueqiu suddenly giggled, revealing two playful little canines.

"Why are you so nervous, Master? I didn't say anything was going on with Junior Martial Uncle Nangong... Looks like Master cares a lot about her, hmmm?"

She drew out the last word, her tone full of teasing.

Pei Yuhang's gaze darkened. He raised his hand and gave her perky rear a slap that was neither too light nor too heavy, a form of discipline according to the sect's rules.

A crisp SMACK echoed with startling clarity in the quiet room.

Qing Yueqiu cried out in surprise. It had been a long time since this mischievous disciple had been disciplined by the sect's rules. Feeling that familiar sting again, her long, swan-like neck immediately flushed a faint pink.

She bit her lower lip in annoyed embarrassment, her glistening eyes fixed on her master in accusation.

She didn't dare to tease him so brazenly again, burying her face in his chest and staying as still as a little quail playing dead.

"Over the next few days, don't you dare make such brazen jokes with your Junior Martial Uncle Nangong.

She's at a critical point in her cultivation right now. Only by breaking through without any distractions can her path forward be vast and open."

Pei Yuhang admonished her with a serious expression.

To be honest, he felt conflicted. 'I just told Junior Sister Nangong, "We are family... and can only ever be family."'

'But then I turned right around and ended up with Yueqiu...'

'If my junior sister is "family," then isn't my disciple "family" too?'

Pei Yuhang was aware of his double standard. It made him feel like a hypocrite, and the discomfort of it only deepened his guilt toward Junior Sister Nangong.

Qing Yueqiu didn't know what was going through Pei Yuhang's mind, but she could still see the grave expression on her master's face.