"You little troublemaker, you're going to be the death of me! Why can't you get this key out?" Sun Dasheng tugged several times but still couldn't pull it out. It wasn't because he truly couldn't, but because he was afraid that using too much force might hurt her.

"I think... it's caught in my bra..."

What...

"Master, can't you just reach in and get it out?" The drunk Ouyang Jiani didn't understand why her normally efficient master was dithering now.

Damn it, I'm being looked down on by my own apprentice.

Sun Dasheng didn't hesitate any longer. He reached his hand in, pushed aside the obstructive fabric of her bra, and fumbled around inside for a moment before finally grasping the culprit—the key.

"Master, what is your hand doing? Why do I feel so hot?!"

Sun Dasheng struggled to keep his composure. It was the first time he had ever truly looked at the young apprentice in his arms. He had always treated her like a friend and never thought of her as a woman. But looking closely now, he saw she possessed a kind of beauty other women lacked: a mix of competence and purity, with a touch of idealistic naivety under her cute exterior.

He took out the key, opened the door, carried her inside, and shut it behind him.

"Which room is yours?"

Looks like she's in a shared apartment. Two bedrooms and one living room.

"The left one... BLECH..." Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly retched, throwing up all over Sun Dasheng.

"Master... I'm sorry... BLECH..." She threw up again.

Sun Dasheng stared at her, speechless. "Don't talk. I'll take you to the bathroom so you can get it all out."

「In the bathroom.」

After throwing up, Ouyang Jiani's complexion actually improved. She didn't seem quite as drunk anymore, and her mind felt a bit clearer. However, she could still remember everything that had just happened.

So, when she looked at her master, her gaze was evasive.

"What's wrong? Afraid I'm going to scold you?" Sun Dasheng said, looking amused. "Relax, I know it was an accident. It's fine. You go take a shower and get cleaned up. I'll handle the living room. If that mess isn't cleaned up, the smell will stick around, and your roommate will definitely complain."

"Master..." Ouyang Jiani grabbed his hand. "You're all dirty because of me. You should shower first. I'll clean up the living room."

Sun Dasheng tried to pull his hand away but found her grip was firm. Seeing the determination in her eyes, he could only nod. "Alright then!"

Only then did Ouyang Jiani smile. "Go on, Master, take a shower. I'll run downstairs and buy you a change of clothes."

With that, she practically fled.

The truth was, before tonight, she had only ever seen Sun Dasheng as her master, an elder. She even used him as a shield because they were close, never feeling the slightest bit embarrassed to talk to him about things like that. But after tonight, she realized her feelings for her master seemed to have... morphed into something else.

Tsk! Ouyang Jiani, you little perv, what are you thinking about? He's your master! Stop having these weird ideas... Get out of my head, you wicked thoughts!

Ouyang Jiani stood at the checkout counter, still lost in thought.

"Miss, your total is 18,000 yuan. Will you be paying by card or QR code?"

The saleswoman had to prompt her several times before she snapped out of it.

"Oh, oh, QR code, please."

She took out her phone, ready to scan the code. Suddenly, she remembered something and said, "Wait a moment, please. I forgot to ask, will this underwear fit a man who's 1.85 meters tall?"

The saleswoman glanced at the underwear. "Those are too small. They'll probably crush his balls."

"Oh... then what size would be right?" Her face flushed red again. It was her first time buying underwear for a man, and she was mortified.

The saleswoman, however, was used to this kind of question, so her words were brutally frank. "That depends on his waist and how big his butt is. Height is just a reference. People of the same height can wear wildly different sizes," she explained.

Ouyang Jiani began to recall her master's physique. His waist doesn't seem that big... He exercises a lot and has a great body, with eight-pack abs... She occasionally joked around with her master, even lifting his shirt to touch them.

Back then, I had no other thoughts about him, so those things felt natural. Thinking about it now... it's so embarrassing.

"Miss? Miss?"

The saleswoman was a little exasperated. Why does this customer keep spacing out... Oh well, the customer is God, especially one who spends money so freely. Can't be rude. She had no choice but to keep calling out to her.

"Oh... what were we talking about?" Ouyang Jiani's dazed look was quite cute, but unfortunately, the saleswoman was also a woman. This was a case of casting pearls before swine.

"Miss, I was asking for your boyfriend's waist and hip measurements so I can help you pick the right underwear size."

"Oh, waist and hip size?" Ouyang Jiani thought for a moment. "His waist isn't that big, maybe about... this big. But his butt is pretty big. Like, *this* big." She held out her hands, gesturing dramatically in front of the saleswoman.

The saleswoman was rendered speechless.

"Well, do you have a picture of him? Even a quick look would help."

A picture? I don't think I have one. She wasn't one for taking photos or posting on social media, so she really didn't have any of her master. Taking out her phone, she scrolled through her master's feed and discovered he was just like her—he didn't like posting photos either.

"Why don't you just call him and ask him to send a picture over?" the saleswoman suggested patiently.

"Oh, right." Ouyang Jiani dialed his number. The call connected quickly.

"What is it?"

"Master, could you send me a picture of your butt... HIC..."

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