Stunning at Every Step: Lazy Little Beast Concubine

Little Feather? It seems that someone once called her that. Sometimes when He Xiangwan was making love to her, and the love got intense, he would call her 'Little Feather', saying that she tickled his heart like a little feather.

…

This is a secret name, only she and He Xiangwan know each other, but they didn't expect it to be called out by the Grand Master today!

Should it be a coincidence?

still……

She couldn't help but glance at the Grand Master again, and saw him sitting there with his eyes slightly lowered, the wind blowing the corners of his hair and clothes, making him look unspeakably elegant.

She was shocked, this look——

It smells a bit like He Xiangwan...

There was a faint twitch in her heart, and she suddenly felt a desire to lift off the mask on his face and see his face...

"What are you doing looking at me like this? Don't you recognize me?" The Great Imperial Master leisurely lifted the scalding copper pot from the stove and slowly filled the small plum blossom pot.

Luo Qingyu coughed and looked away.

I smiled bitterly in my heart, how is that possible!

He Xiangwan doesn't have such a powerful aura as the Great Imperial Master!

He was more like the big brother next door at that time.

Sunny, handsome, elegant, and a little shy...

She usually looks gentle and harmless, but only when making love with her does she become full of strength and predatory——

If we talk about resemblance, Zi Sang He is more similar in appearance, temperament, and even some habits are the same...

A plate of pastries was placed next to her at some point. She was in a trance and unknowingly picked it up and ate it. When she woke up, the plate of pastries had already gone into her stomach...

When she raised her head, she saw the Grand Master looking at her with a half-smile, his eyes a little teasing.

Luo Qingyu was also a little embarrassed. He coughed dryly and smiled: "Master, this pastry tastes good."

"It's indeed good." The great master replied slowly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to wipe away the remaining pastry foam from the corner of her lips: "You have a good appetite too."

His movements were smooth and natural. Luo Qingyu froze, as if he did not expect him to make such an intimate and natural movement: "Disciple, I went to copy some documents." He turned around and left.

Luo Qingyu went back to copy documents.

Although it was already lunch time, the Grand Master did not urge her to go down to eat.

And with that plate of pastries at the bottom of her stomach, she was no longer hungry.

I'm glad I don't have to climb that ice mushroom anymore.

Although it was much easier for her to climb the ice mushroom now, it would still take some effort. She was lazy, and it was a trip she could save.

The Grand Master was still sitting there drinking tea.

Luo Qingyu discovered that he seemed to be addicted to tea and would drink a pot of it every day...

There were petals flying all over his head, and several fell on him. He sat there so lazily, and the scenery was as beautiful as a painting...

The brush in Luo Qingyu's hand began to trace unknowingly.

A few strokes outline a simple figure, with flying hair, fluttering clothes, and a mask that covers the face...

Luo Qingyu was an agent in her previous life, so tracing and painting was naturally a required homework. However, her paintings at that time were extremely close to the real thing, striving to be realistic, like foreign oil paintings. Little Feather? It seems that someone once called her like this,

Sometimes when He Xiangwan was making love to her, when the love got intense, he would call her 'Little Feather', saying that she tickled his heart like a little feather...

This is a secret name, only she and He Xiangwan know each other, but they didn't expect it to be called out by the Grand Master today!

Should it be a coincidence?

still……

She couldn't help but glance at the Grand Master again, and saw him sitting there with his eyes slightly lowered, the wind blowing the corners of his hair and clothes, making him look unspeakably elegant.

She was shocked, this look——

It smells a bit like He Xiangwan...

There was a faint twitch in her heart, and she suddenly felt a desire to lift off the mask on his face and see his face...

"What are you doing looking at me like this? Don't you recognize me?" The Great Imperial Master leisurely lifted the scalding copper pot from the stove and slowly filled the small plum blossom pot.

Luo Qingyu coughed and looked away.

I smiled bitterly in my heart, how is that possible!

He Xiangwan doesn't have such a powerful aura as the Great Imperial Master!

He was more like the big brother next door at that time.

Sunny, handsome, elegant, and a little shy...

She usually looks gentle and harmless, but only when making love with her does she become full of strength and predatory——

If we talk about resemblance, Zi Sang He is more similar in appearance, temperament, and even some habits are the same...

A plate of pastries was placed next to her at some point. She was in a trance and unknowingly picked it up and ate it. When she woke up, the plate of pastries had already gone into her stomach...

When she raised her head, she saw the Grand Master looking at her with a half-smile, his eyes a little teasing.

Luo Qingyu was also a little embarrassed. He coughed dryly and smiled: "Master, this pastry tastes good."

"It's indeed good." The great master replied slowly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to wipe away the remaining pastry foam from the corner of her lips: "You have a good appetite too."

His movements were smooth and natural. Luo Qingyu froze, as if he did not expect him to make such an intimate and natural movement: "Disciple, I went to copy some documents." He turned around and left.

Luo Qingyu went back to copy documents.

Although it was already lunch time, the Grand Master did not urge her to go down to eat.

And with that plate of pastries at the bottom of her stomach, she was no longer hungry.

I'm glad I don't have to climb that ice mushroom anymore.

Although it was much easier for her to climb the ice mushroom now, it would still take some effort. She was lazy, and it was a trip she could save.

The Grand Master was still sitting there drinking tea.

Luo Qingyu discovered that he seemed to be addicted to tea and would drink a pot of it every day...

There were petals flying all over his head, and several fell on him. He sat there so lazily, and the scenery was as beautiful as a painting...

The brush in Luo Qingyu's hand began to trace unknowingly.

A few strokes outline a simple figure, with flying hair, fluttering clothes, and a mask that covers the face...

Luo Qingyu was an agent in her previous life, so copying and painting was naturally a compulsory homework. However, her paintings at that time were extremely close to the real thing, striving to be realistic, like foreign oil paintings.