Fang Han walked out of the small courtyard where he had lived since he was a child.
At this moment, his arm was still gently wrapped around Gongsun Yaoqin's slender waist, the touch soft and warm, but his mind was not on her at all.
"Yaoqin, please don't misunderstand."
Fang Han tilted his head slightly and said softly, "Look at that Princess Xiao Qingluan. She's always been very difficult to deal with. She's probably watching us secretly right now. If we don't put on a perfect show, once she sees through our act, I'll really be harassed by her forever and never have a peaceful day again."
As he spoke, he subconsciously tightened his arms slightly, as if this would make the "play" more realistic.
Fang Han knew that while his female disciple's waist was slender enough to be easily encircled, and it was indeed very comfortable to hold her, there was a difference between master and disciple.
"Master, I haven't misunderstood."
Gongsun Yaoqin's soft whispers were almost inaudible.
After saying that, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, a ripple of melancholy quietly rose in her heart.
In Gongsun Yaoqin's eyes, Fang Han was undoubtedly a virtuous and upright gentleman.
Take the way the princess took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, for example. Many men would be infatuated with her, but Fang Han remained unmoved and resolutely refused.
She always felt that being able to become a disciple of such a master was an immense opportunity and a blessing from heaven.
However, at this moment she couldn't help but let her mind wander. Was she not beautiful enough? Her eyes and brows weren't captivating enough, and her figure wasn't graceful enough, so in Fang Han's eyes, she was completely unattractive and couldn't attract his attention at all.
"What kind of woman would Master like?"
Gongsun Yaoqin's thoughts drifted further and further away, and various images of women involuntarily surfaced in her mind, some gentle and graceful, some bright and beautiful, and some heroic and spirited.
She was filled with curiosity, yet she knew she shouldn't have such presumptuous thoughts. But that curiosity was like a tender sprout breaking through the soil in spring, impossible to suppress, leaving her in a state of utter confusion.
...
The Fang family's old house has many separate courtyards and plenty of rooms.
Fang Han led Gongsun Yaoqin into another small courtyard and chose a large room.
"I'll sleep on the floor, you should get some rest."
After closing the door, Fang Han spoke gently to Gongsun Yaoqin.
As soon as he finished speaking, his mind stirred.
In an instant, the space seemed to distort slightly, and a bamboo mat appeared out of thin air on the floor of the room.
The bamboo mat was pale yellow in color, with clear textures, and emitted a faint bamboo fragrance.
Immediately afterwards, a set of soft bedding appeared. The bedding was in an elegant color and looked extremely comfortable.
To avoid Princess Xiao Qingluan's constant harassment, Fang Han had already prepared these items on his way back to the Fang family from the weapon-refining pavilion and carefully placed them in the Azure Dragon Ring.
At this moment, these items came in handy.
“You are my master, how can I let you sleep on the floor? That is unreasonable.”
Upon hearing Fang Han's arrangement, Gongsun Yaoqin did not hesitate to walk towards the slightly old bamboo bed in the room.
At this time, it was already early winter, and the temperature had dropped sharply.
Especially at night, the weather gets quite cold.
However, as a mid-level Martial Grandmaster, Gongsun Yaoqin's internal energy circulated naturally, almost reaching a state where she was impervious to heat and cold. Sleeping on this simple bamboo bed had no effect on her whatsoever.
Fang Han didn't insist and went to sleep on the big bed.
Before long, Fang Han's steady and even breathing filled the room; he had already drifted into a sweet dream.
Gongsun Yaoqin lay on the bamboo bed, but her thoughts were like wild horses galloping freely, making it difficult for her to fall asleep.
Her eyes gleamed slightly in the darkness, and a question involuntarily surfaced in her mind: "What kind of man will I end up with in this life? Having seen such an unparalleled figure as my master, will I still be interested in any other man in the future?"
This question, like a seed, quietly took root in her heart and quickly sprouted.
In that instant, Gongsun Yaoqin realized as if waking from a dream that Fang Han had become the perfect partner she had always dreamed of.
His composure, his strength, and his integrity all inspired her admiration.
However, harsh reality stood like a cold, sharp blade between the two.
Fang Han was her master, and the ethical norms between master and disciple were like a towering mountain, difficult to cross.
She knew she shouldn't have such unruly thoughts, but how could she easily suppress the surging emotions within her?
An image involuntarily surfaced in her mind: what would Fang Han's reaction be if she really did recklessly crawl into his bed?
Will you glare at yourself angrily and scold yourself severely, or will you be unable to resist hugging yourself tightly at that moment?
This absurd yet alluring idea lingered in her mind like a ghost.
Her cheeks flushed slightly in the darkness, and her heart pounded wildly like a deer's.
And so, as Gongsun Yaoqin grappled with these anxieties and fantasies, time slipped by unnoticed, and before she knew it, it was already late at night.
She tossed and turned in bed, constantly changing positions, trying to find a way to fall asleep peacefully.
Finally, overwhelmed by extreme exhaustion and drowsiness, she slowly closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
However, her peaceful sleep did not last long.
While she was asleep, she suddenly heard some faint noises coming from the doorway.
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