Zhang Yuan and Ming Yuelin were eating breakfast in the dining hall and Ming Yuelin shot a side glance at Mei Yu, who was standing behind them to assist Zhang Yuan.
Ming Yuelin nommed her food as she thought in her mind 'She won't feel weird whatever the master does to me?'
Frowning, she reached out and grasped Zhang Yuan's left hand "Master..."
With a gentle touch, she guided his hand to her thigh close to her crotch and smiled "Hehe..."
EH? Zhang Yuan was dumbfounded and chuckled faintly as he gently caressed her thighs.
Mei Yu also giggled in her heart seeing this and Ming Yuelin's gaze narrowed, 'So she doesn't really mind it?'
Ming Yuelin got down from the chair and sat on his lap, delicately wrapping her arms around his neck as she spoke in a coy tone "My hands are sore... feed me Master."
Zhang Yuan smiled and hugged her waist as he raised his spoon bringing it near her lips "Here..."