She put on her clothes and walked towards Jiang Hanxi, carrying a towel in her hand.
"I'll wipe your arms and face, but I won't touch your body."
"unnecessary."
Jiang Hanxi wanted to dodge, but she was powerless to do so, watching as Wang Feng's devilish hand drew closer and closer to her.
Wang Feng folded the towel into a square and held it up to her fair and delicate arm.
It has to be said, those arms are so white, so tender, and so nice to touch. Wang Feng admits that he feels he is indeed a bit of a pervert.
But it doesn't matter, I'm not exactly a gentleman anyway.
However, Wang Feng didn't go so far as to put his hand inside her body.
This kind of thing can only be done when she's unconscious; it can't be done at this time.
A cold towel was wiped on Jiang Hanxi's body. Jiang Hanxi didn't say anything because she knew that no matter how much she said, she wouldn't hurt this silly boy.
This past month has been arguably the period of greatest emotional fluctuation she has experienced in tens of thousands of years.
Panic, anger, frustration, regret, distress, speechlessness, weakness, helplessness, resistance (ineffective), and... a little bit of happiness.
However, when he was about to wipe her face with the towel, Jiang Hanxi still wanted to stop him.
He actually raised his hand, but it looked like he was struggling.
"Fairy sister, you can move now!"
Wang Feng smiled to himself, but inwardly he was cursing, thinking, "Oh no, my teasing trip is about to end."
What followed was a journey of escape.
Jiang Hanxi grabbed Wang Feng's arm with difficulty, her face cold as she said in a low voice, "I said, I don't need it."
The surrounding spiritual energy slowly gathered, a sign that Jiang Hanxi was recovering.
"Fairy sister, now that you've recovered, I'll be going. Here, have the fish. Bye-bye!"
Wang Feng retreated rapidly, watching Jiang Hanxi slowly stand up from the ground, then turned and ran.
Although he has already reached the Spirit Formation Realm.
But Wang Feng dared not fight someone who possessed such a powerful weapon, and who knew how many other tricks she might have up her sleeve.
Why are you running?!
Jiang Hanxi stood there watching Wang Feng's departing figure and scoffed indignantly.
This silly boy wasn't like this when he was flirting with her.
Wang Feng ignored Jiang Hanxi and disappeared from her sight in a few instant steps, leaving no trace.
Helpless, Jiang Hanxi could only sit down cross-legged to stabilize her breathing and summon the cold sword to stand to the side.
Place it where you can easily reach it.
She remained seated in this position until nightfall, at which point Jiang Hanxi finally stood up from the ground.
He glanced around, and had just taken a few steps forward...
Strange, why do my legs feel so uncomfortable?
Jiang Hanxi took a few more steps, feeling the sensation in her legs, which was completely different from when she used to walk.
She lifted her skirt, revealing two pairs of black stockings that went all the way up to her feet.
Suddenly, the air around Jiang Hanxi seemed to get colder, really colder.
The heat was cooled down by the invisible spiritual energy emanating from her.
Jiang Hanxi took off her shoes and then took off both pairs of stockings.
If Wang Feng were here, he'd probably get another nosebleed.
Jiang Hanxi looked at the two black silk threads in her hand, which were still warm.
I don't know what material this is made of, but it hasn't smelled bad even after wearing it for more than 30 days.
It also picked up Jiang Hanxi's body fragrance.
"Wang Feng!!"
Jiang Hanxi stood there, looking in the direction Wang Feng had left, and gritted her teeth as she called out Wang Feng's name for the first time.
She finally understood why that silly boy had run so fast.
Jiang Hanxi looked at the foot garment in her hand and thought for a moment.
Finally, he put the black silk in his hand into his divine sea space, stepped on the cold sword, and quickly left the place.
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