Yes, Master

They had agreed on ten minutes, but the two of them spent about an hour before they went downstairs.

This time, Ye Feng finally displayed his full strength.

When Feng Jianwu went downstairs, her legs were still weak. She could barely stand with Ye Feng's support.

"Master, you're so powerful. Jianwu really likes it." At this moment, she no longer hated Ye Feng as much as before. It was replaced by a kind of infatuation.

"Can you change the way you address me? Why does it sound so awkward?" Ye Feng frowned immediately.

"Then what should Jianwu call Master?" Feng Jianwu placed great importance on Ye Feng's attitude. She immediately became cautious.

"Call me whatever you want, but don't call me master."

"Yes, Master."

"Can you walk properly? Don't keep leaning on me!"

"Yes, Master."

"Just as I finished speaking, you squeezed over again."

"Jianwu doesn't have any strength now, Master."

"I…"