Wait, something's not right!
Si gradually forgot about counterattacking. Jin immediately realized something was wrong.
Why did he say...the word "wife"?
No, no, this kind of thinking is unacceptable.
Si Jin rubbed her earlobe to interrupt her chaotic thoughts. After taking a bath, she lay back on the couch and asked Xiao Yao about the plot: How is the situation outside?
[That's right.] With the system upgrade, Xiao Yao's work efficiency has been steadily improving: [During your two days in the library, Ruan Mianmian was in charge of training the disciples, but the other inner disciples didn't give her any face and didn't go from day one.]
The third disciple even bluntly stated, "Do I, a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, need someone who can't even break through to the Golden Core stage to teach me? Don't be ridiculous. I can cultivate on my own; I don't want to see any effeminate... half-man."
Half a moment ago, a man?
【Mmm.】 Xiao Yao nodded: 【Because that female disciple was determined to fight Ruan Mianmian to the death, she spread rumors everywhere about his heartlessness and half a quarter of an hour. That's the nickname those gossipy disciples gave him.】
Wasn't it less than a quarter of an hour? Si Jin smiled: You flatter him. Continue.
Ruan Mianmian kept hitting roadblocks, and because of her weak spiritual power, she couldn't even teach the other outer disciples properly. The outer disciples who used to admire her had all... started to dislike her, but they didn't dare to say it openly. They still participated in training every day, but their discipline was lax.
"Hmm." After understanding the situation, Si Jin nodded, then covered herself with the blanket and went to sleep without caring.
"My lord," Xiao Yao asked cautiously, "has the strategy of retreating to advance yielded results? Why aren't you... going out to inspect it yet?"
"It's not the right time." Si Jin's eyes crinkled as she said softly, "Rest for a few more days."
… …
Dai Linyuan stayed up all night, and the next day, with dark circles under his eyes, he wrote a heartfelt and extremely sincere self-criticism, which he respectfully and sincerely handed over.
As a result, the senior brother only glanced at it twice before casually tossing it onto the table: "Insincere, rewrite it."
Upon hearing this, Dai Linyuan, who had stayed up all night, almost vomited blood and could only continue writing with renewed vigor.
But the next five self-criticisms were all rejected by Si Jin, all for the same reason: "insincerity".
Not sincere! Not sincere! No! Sincere!
Dai Linyuan gritted his teeth inwardly. He had thoroughly examined his thoughts and actions, and even wrote down what he thought and did in the hot spring. How could he be any more sincere?
Instead of doing that, why not... do the opposite?
After thinking it over, Junior Brother Dai stayed up all night and wrote another self-criticism. This time, however, it took him eight days to write because he also needed to... add pictures.
When the new self-criticism was submitted, Dai Linyuan did not stand obediently to accept punishment as before. Instead, he sat as close as possible to Si Jin, and even his words carried a hint of flirtatiousness.
"Senior brother, this self-criticism must be very sincere. Please take another look."
When Si Jin received the paper, the first line she saw was: I love my senior brother. I've loved him since I was little, for a very, very long time. Now, all I want to do is hold his hand and hug his waist.
Dai Linyuan had the ability to read minds, and he deliberately listened to Si Jin's silent thoughts. Following the order in which Si Jin read the words, he slowly, slowly stroked Si Jin's hand and then held his waist tightly.
The second line reads: Then, she slowly pulled him into her arms, lifted his ethereal white robes, and pressed him heavily onto the vermilion table…
"Mmm..." Before Si Jin could read any further, her junior brother sealed her lips with his.
This time, after kissing for an unknown period of time, Dai Linyuan managed to find some skill amidst his clumsiness, but he still struggled to keep up with Si Jin.
After finally separating, Si Jin, dressed in white, collapsed onto the vermilion table, her hair cascading down the side. Her peach blossom eyes curved into a smile that was both mischievous and alluring: "I bet the next line of your self-criticism is..."
"Kiss him hard, really hard?"
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