Xia Liqing felt a surge of jealousy, because Wang Xiaoshuai's arms used to be her exclusive seat.
But now, Wang Xiaoshuai actually ignored her and directly embraced Taoist master Xuanmiao, acting as if he had found a new love and forgotten the old one.
She knew very well that being held in Wang Xiaoshuai's arms brought other benefits too, perhaps secretly lifting Taoist master Xuanmiao's Taoist robe from behind and then quietly doing the deed.
When they were at home, the two of them often did just that.
"Xiaoshuai, I should just sit on the side!"
Taoist master Xuanmiao immediately sensed something off and feared that Wang Xiaoshuai would do something too outrageous, causing her to lose dignity in front of her disciple.
But this was an innate instinct for Wang Xiaoshuai, after all, how could a man hold a beauty in his arms and feel nothing?
Hearing this, Wang Xiaoshuai hugged Taoist master Xuanmiao even tighter, and with a mischievous smile, said, "What does it matter?"