As Zhao Tian and Yao Jing lounged in the spacious chamber, the quiet hum of the elevator echoed faintly through the room and a moment later, the door slid open, as Ji Shuang stepped inside.
Her eyebrows arched up seeing Yao Jing on Zhao Tioan's lap, but she chose not to comment on it.
"Zhao Tian..."
Yao Jing watched her enter with a smile on her face "Sister Shuang."
Ji Shuang's gaze softened as she reached them, eventually settling on the floor beside them with elegance and her eyes flickered between the two, "It seems the Master and disciple are getting along quite well."
Yao Jing chuckled softly, leaning back slightly as she gestured toward Zhao Tian. "This guy?" she said, shaking her head in exasperation.
"He's not even paying attention to my lessons. Honestly, I feel like I'm wasting my breath with him sometimes."
Zhao Tian let out a dry laugh, loosening his hold on Yao Jing's waist just enough to feign modesty. "That's not true,"