Propped on her elbows, the warmth of the table seeping through her skin, Bai Ling observed Qiao Wei with a mix of amusement and affection as he savored the breakfast she'd prepared.
"Wei Wei, is it delicious?"
"Mmm." Qiao Wei smiled. "Delicious."
"It tastes as good as my own cooking," Huang Taichen remarked.
"Why, thank you, Little Huang. You can be so cute sometimes," Bai Ling ruffled the younger man's hair lovingly, unaware of the sarcasm dripping from his words.
Qiao Wei put down the wooden spoon and looked at Bai Ling.
"Little Ling, we are going back to Wushan Temple."
Bai Ling's face fell in an instant.
"But Wei Wei, why??? Do you not want me anymore?"
Huang Taichen cleared his throat.
"Technically, Shizun never asked for you in the first place."
Qiao Wei shot his disciple a look, signaling him to keep quiet.
Huang Taichen shrugged and continued eating his bowl of watery congee.
"Little Ling..."
