Chapter 440 Getting the Master-Disciple Relationship Back on Track

I feel hurt, but rationally it's not unacceptable.

Seeing that Yu Yan didn't touch the plate of pastries, Feng Su said, "Master, this is the last time, would you like to try some?"

Yu Yan glanced at the pink pastries on the plate, and a faint fragrance of peach blossoms wafted out.

Ultimately, she didn't refuse; she nodded in agreement.

"Okay, put it here for now."

Feng Su's lips relaxed slightly, and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes, but it abruptly stopped when he heard Yu Yan's next words.

Yu Yan asked, "Is there anything else?"

Although the woman's expression was no different from usual, and even more languid in her eyes, Feng Su still caught the coldness in Yu Yan's emotions.

She was only there to face his indifference.

Seemingly incredulous, Feng Su looked down at her.

Just yesterday, her master invited him to drink together, so why is she now distancing herself from him after only one night?

Yu Yan's peach blossom eyes were upturned at the corners. She did not deliberately show rejection, nor did she need to distance herself. All she wanted was to get this master-disciple relationship back on track.

However, in Feng Su's eyes, Yu Yan's current behavior clearly showed that she was rejecting him.

Perhaps it was Yu Yan's previous indulgence that made him too presumptuous. Once the other party took it back, Feng Su was left with only excruciating pain.

"Can't I talk to my master if there's nothing wrong?"

Feng Su asked.

He suppressed his voice, which sounded low and hoarse.

To Yu Yan, it sounded relatively calm.

She now knew exactly how deep Feng Su's feelings for her were.

She believed that with Feng Su's intelligence, he must have already understood her meaning.

His current almost calm state of mind was a real relief to her.

Things haven't gotten too out of control yet.

Everything can still be salvaged.

Yu Yan was in a great mood. She reached out and picked up a piece of pastry, looked at it in front of her eyes, and replied to him,

"sure."

Feng Su sat down as he pleased.

Today he wore a dark robe, which made his features appear even more noble. The fabric he was holding in his palm had turned dark, and fearing the smell of blood would seep out, he erected a transparent barrier beside him.

When did Master discover this?

Feng Su carefully recalled every moment he had spent with his master in the past.

He believed his disguise could fool himself.

Only yesterday, Master got drunk.

Drunk...

Feng Su's body stiffened suddenly, but he quickly relaxed again.

It wasn't yesterday; he was certain his master was drunk at the time, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to be so... presumptuous.

The man lowered his eyes, his back ramrod straight. Yu Yan took a bite of peach blossom cake, a hint of amazement flashing in her eyes.

Unfortunately, Feng Su didn't see it.

He even wondered if his master was testing him, or if he had done something wrong in other areas that upset her.

The more I think about it, the more it makes sense.

His master never had a chance to discover that he liked her.

There was no chance.

Feng Su finally relaxed, his tense lips easing as he noticed another piece of pastry missing from the plate. He was delighted and asked...

"Does Master like it?"

Yu Yan was wiping her hands with a handkerchief when she praised him without reservation, "I like it."

"Then from now on,"

"No need, you'd be better off using that time for cultivation," Yu Yan interrupted him.

Feng Su's eyes flickered slightly, suppressing his overwhelming joy, and he replied with an "okay".

He had never slacked off in his cultivation, but this was the first time she had ever told him not to waste time since he became her disciple.

In the past, his master always advised him to learn to balance work and rest and take appropriate breaks.

The stark contrast dealt him a sudden and unexpected blow.