In the room behind the boy, Song Huilan's entire face was buried in a huge bathtub.

She felt utterly filthy, clean inside and out.

Whenever she stopped to rest, the first thing she did was take a bath. She could take eight baths a day, and sometimes she would soak in the bathtub all day long.

If the boy outside hadn't remembered to pull her out of the bathtub in time, she probably would have soaked herself to death in the water.

Seeing Xue Bingling and Bai Yusu's room doors close, the handsome young man turned and went back to his own room.

"I've had enough of a bath today," the young man said calmly to Song Huilan, who was soaking in the water, motionless as if she were dead, standing by the tub.

He took the bath soap from the screen next to him and, as before, directly scooped Song Huilan out of the bathtub and wrapped her up tightly.

Then he held Song Huilan and sat on the soft couch, gently drying her long hair as he whispered, "I originally wanted to give you the body of the most beautiful woman in the Danling Continent, but now it seems there is a better option."

Song Huilan's numb eyes finally showed a slight change.

Looking back at the boy's flawless face, she felt even more ashamed of herself.

The words "Can I not take it?" reached her lips again, but she had even less courage to say them.

Another person's body always belongs to them, not to her.

Moreover, she was unwilling to cause life-or-death calamities to others because of her own misfortune, which would be no different from stealing someone else's life.

But her lord is so flawless.

She was so filthy; if she didn't have a similarly pure body, she wouldn't even be qualified to be his foot-washing maid.

The boy saw the resistance in her eyes and whispered again, "You haven't seen it. If you had, you would definitely like it."

His voice was as cool and clear as ever, yet it was incredibly patient and made Song Huilan feel warm inside.

She wanted to turn around and hug him a thousand times, but her fists clenched tightly without her realizing it, and her body instinctively tensed up and became stiff.

A voice kept telling her in her mind, "You are too filthy, you will defile His Majesty, you are not worthy..."

The woman's stubbornness, struggle, and love, like tiny and incredibly fragile ants, slowly gnawed away at the boy's innate indifference.

He tossed aside the towel, wrapped his arms around the woman, and gently pulled her into his slightly cold embrace.

This tiny lump of human flesh and blood brought him a feeling unlike anything he had experienced in hundreds of thousands of years, giving him a warmth he had never felt before.

This feeling was wonderful; he felt he could keep her and possess her forever.

There had never been a closer interaction between the two, yet both were utterly content, which made Song Hye-lan even more devoted to him.

As he was pondering how to use someone else to kill Ji Fengyao and then use magic to win over Xue Bingling, whom Shang Xiye loved, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and a terrible premonition rose in his heart—the kind of terrifying feeling that a life-or-death calamity was about to befall him.

At first, she thought that their whereabouts had been exposed and that the damned bandit had secretly sent people to hunt her down.

However, she scanned the entire Jin Fu Inn with her divine sense but found no ambush, nor any people who were hostile to her or paying attention to her.

"Could it be that she was frightened by that bandit, and now she has a psychological reaction whenever she thinks of her?" Xue Bingling wondered.

She was somewhat angry at herself for being so useless.

What's there to be afraid of in a bandit? He's a human being too, and he's not immune to death!

"Sister Xue, do you think that woman next door will actually make a move?" Bai Yusu was still struggling with this question.