"Third son, you're a man after all, demanding these ointments for your face all day. Aren't you afraid others will laugh if they find out?" Master Hui Zhen replied impassively.
Insulting his masculinity? Anyone else would have been enranged. But not only does Si Jinhan have a bad temper, he also has a particularly thick skin. "There are countless women in the world who aren't as good-looking as me, so of course I need to maintain this face and make them jealous." he answered cheerfully.
"Thank you, Master. We're leaving first." Lin Ziyin didn't want to keep going on about it. After thanking Master Hui Zhen, she took the bottle and left with Lou Zheng.
This time, Si Jinhan didn't stop her.
Once Lin Ziyin and her group came outside, they found that some Little Monks who studied martial arts had been waiting for her by the ox cart.
"Benefactor Lin, we'll escort you home," said a playful Little Monk with a smile.
"There's no need." Lin Ziyin declined, feeling embarrassed.