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Mo ran gripped Jiangui tightly in his right hand, his left holding onto the swaying package he had recently bought. His face was set in an impassive line, and he looked apologetically at his Shizun. Only a few feet away from him lay a headless ghost, its eyes rolled into it’s sockets. .
“Shizun, I’m sorry I came so late.”
Chu Wanning could very well have protected himself without the intrusion, but he kept silent. He eyed the packet, “What took you so long?”
“I bought some things for shizun! We can eat them later.”
“Mn.”
As Chu Wanning began walking, the younger one hurried to catch up. Mo ran was at least a head taller than the former and had naturally bigger strides, but he still stayed behind and kept a lookout for any more ghosts.
“Because of this useless disciple, Shizun’s clothes got all dirty.” Chu Wanning had not noticed the mud marks that had covered his white robes until his disciple had pointed it out. He shrugged.
“Nothing to be done now. I’ll go back and change.”
“I could buy you some clothes, Shizun!”
“Again?”, sighed Chu Wanning, facepalming internally. This brat doesn’t know when to give up. “Have we not discussed it already!”
“This unruly disciple does not remember.” The other said sheepishly.
Chu Wanning snuck a glance at Mo ran and restrained the urge to smack him. Mo ran was smiling ! It was quite obvious he was teasing his shizun. With his expression neutrally controlled, he walked ahead nonchalantly.
The older smirked lightly as he gave the same excellent argument he had given that day, it had made Mo ran shut up immediately. “Do you even know my size?
However, only a second later his smirk turned into a horrific grimace as he realized what he just said- his face devoid of any signs of emotions, he walked even faster, avoiding all sorts of eye contact with Mo ran.
In an attempt to cover up his embarrassment, Chu Wanning continued, “...my body size.”
His face turned completely red as he repeated what he just said. If Mo ran was looking at him right now, he would understand the implications his words had.
And so Chu Wanning coughed, “For my clothes.”
Mo ran laughed softly, matching his pace with the other. “Why is Shizun so embarrassed?”
“Embarrassed? What would I be embarrassed of?”
Mo ran looked at the red earlobes of his shizun and smiled brightly.
“What are you smiling at, you-!”
But at this point, Mo ran had started shaking his head. He wanted to tell his shizun that he knew , quite well where Chu Wanning’s back dimples started, and where the cloth would need to be stitched slightly narrower due to the thin waist, and how the cloth would shape around his pale legs, but he sealed his mouth.
“I offended Shizun, I am sorry.”
Chu Wanning nodded once, resuming an air of coldness.
“But Shizun is just too cute!”
“Mo Ran! Do you have a death wish this early in life?!?!?”