Chapter 244 Soft Apas.

The city of Cairo is still bustling at night, with neon lights flashing and the streets bustling with people.

However, Wang Feng did not take Apas back to the Victoria Hotel, but chose an inconspicuous small hotel.

Pushing the door open, I found the room was small but tidy, and the noise of the street could be faintly heard outside the window.

Wang Feng took out an exquisite dress from the space magic device and threw it to Apas.

"Go and clean yourself up." His tone was flat, as if he was just giving an order for something very ordinary.

Apas took the clothes, blinked, and looked down at the dress in her hands - lace, fine silk fabric, and even matching hair accessories.

(…Why would he be carrying women’s clothing?)

She raised her head and looked at Wang Feng subtly, and countless possibilities flashed through her mind in an instant.

(Could it be…)

Thinking of this, her expression suddenly became strange and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Wang Feng noticed her gaze and raised his eyebrows: "Why? Do you want me to help you wash?"

After a while, the rustling sound of water gradually sounded.

The bathroom of this budget hotel was designed with frosted glass. Although not transparent, it still reflected a hazy silhouette. The flowing water outlined a slender outline, and the figure was looming in the mist.

Wang Feng was standing by the window, observing the street, when his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a shadow on the glass. He paused, his eyes darkening slightly.

(This little snake...)

In her normal form, Apas looks like a petite girl, but her body proportions are surprisingly well-proportioned.

The slender waist and smooth curves are faintly visible in the mist, like a beautiful sculpture in scaled down form, with every undulation just right.

Wang Feng looked away, his Adam's apple moving slightly.

(Come to think of it... Apas is legal, right?)

This thought suddenly popped up in his mind, and he was stunned for a moment.

His current strength no longer requires him to rely on contracted beasts to enhance his combat power.

This time, I came to capture Apas, on the one hand out of curiosity about her special existence, and on the other hand to find a playmate for Lingling.

Thinking of that overly clever little girl, Wang Feng's mouth corners unconsciously raised.

The interaction between the bickering pair of Apas and Lingling is really interesting. One is arrogant and sharp-tongued, the other is quirky. Together they can put on eight hundred scenes.

(Now it seems...)

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

The silhouette on the frosted glass moved, as if wiping its body.

Feng collected his thoughts, turned around and walked to the other side of the room, took out a bottle of mineral water from the space magic device and unscrewed it.

(The sting of this little viper must be smoothed out first.)

He took a sip of water and his eyes regained their composure.

The glass door made a slight "click" sound and was pushed open a crack.

"That..." Apas's voice came out muffled, "Dress... the tie at the back..."

Wang Feng raised his eyebrows: "Why, the third daughter of the great Queen Mother Medusa can't even wear clothes?"

"You!" Apas was furious, but quickly suppressed her anger and said through gritted teeth, "Help."

Wang Feng raised his lips slightly and walked towards the bathroom. He pushed open the door and was greeted by a gust of warm air mixed with the faint scent of shower gel.

Apas stood in front of the mirror with her back to him. She had already put on the upper part of her dress, but the ties at the back were still loose, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

Her wet long hair was draped over her shoulders, with water droplets from the ends dripping onto her delicate collarbone.

Gulu——

Wang Feng's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

(This little snake.)

"Turn around." Wang Feng's voice was slightly low.

Apas reluctantly turned sideways, the front of her dress slightly open because it was not fastened, revealing her graceful curves.

She subconsciously gathered her collar with her hands, with an awkward blush on her face.

Wang Feng reached out and pinched the straps on her back, his fingertips accidentally brushing against her slightly cool skin.

Apas froze visibly, and the tips of her ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Don't move." He deliberately slowed down the lacing movement, feeling the silky smooth touch between his fingers.

"Hurry up!" Apas' voice was a little flustered.

Wang Feng chuckled and suddenly leaned over to whisper in her ear: "Is this how you talk to your master?"

A warm breath blew against her ear, and Apas turned around suddenly like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "You!"

This action made the already loose collar open even more, and she was so scared that she quickly grabbed the collar, her face flushed red.

Wang Feng stepped back at the right moment, admiring her embarrassed expression: "Come out when you're dressed. We should set off."

After saying that, he turned around and left in a cool manner, leaving Apas stamping her feet in anger.

(Sure enough. Teasing this little snake spirit is much more fun than I imagined.)

…

"Hey, don't you feel like something is missing?" Apas walked out of the bathroom, her face still slightly flushed, her hands unconsciously tugging at the hem of her dress.

Wang Feng's gaze moved from her wet hair all the way down, finally stopping on her bare feet.

The white toes curled up slightly due to nervousness and rubbed the carpet uneasily.

"Oh, I almost forgot." He tapped his forehead, "But I don't have your size here."

Just as Apas was about to speak, Wang Feng turned and walked towards the door: "Wait a minute, I'll buy you a pair."

The door closed gently. Apas stared at the closed door in a daze, stepping barefoot on the soft carpet. A strange feeling spread in her heart.

(This human being is surprisingly attentive?)

She shook her head, getting rid of the ridiculous idea.

(It must be to motivate me better!)

…

A moment later, Wang Feng came back with an exquisite paper bag and found Apas sitting by the window. The moonlight gave her a silver edge, and her bare feet were dangling in the air and swaying gently.

Hearing the door open, she turned her head alertly, her hair drawing a graceful arc in the air.

"Go, sit on the bed." Wang Feng shook the bag in his hand.

Apas puffed up her cheeks, like a reluctant cat, and finally slowly moved to the edge of the bed and sat down.

Wang Feng knelt on one knee and took out a pair of open-toed sandals inlaid with pearls from his bag.

When his warm palm suddenly grasped the slightly cool jade foot, both of them froze for a moment at the same time.

(So ​​soft.)

It feels like the finest silk, yet carries the warmth of life.

The cool touch made him subconsciously stroke the arch of her foot with his index finger.

This action made Apas tremble all over and her toes curl up suddenly.

"Don't, don't touch me!" She blushed and kicked his hand lightly.

"Don't move." Wang Feng held her foot tightly, his voice lower than usual, "The shoe buckle is very thin."

He lowered his head and concentrated on adjusting the buckle, his breath sweeping over the top of her foot.

Apas bit her lower lip and felt a strange itch running from her toes to the top of her heart.

When the second shoe was put on, she immediately pulled her foot back under her skirt like a frightened cat.

"Let's go." Wang Feng stood up and said calmly.

"Where are you going?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? Just follow me."

(End of this chapter)