Chapter 12
Li Jia felt like a rag doll in a novel.
You don't have to do anything.
Winslow packed everyone up, bedding and all, and sent them to the inner palace.
Of course, she didn't have much luggage either.
Just after dusk, night fell.
Li Jia wanted to beg Winslow not to go back so soon, but Winslow gave her a strange "I understand" smile and quickly closed the door of the deep hall.
What did she understand? And why didn't she understand?
In fact, Li Jia was particularly puzzled. There were nearly twenty palaces of various sizes in the hot spring valley, so why was Hera so unwilling to give her one?
Could it be that she intends for me to be her slave and serve her well?
The deep palace was Hera's bedroom, and according to Winslow, it was the first time in thousands of years that she had seen Her Majesty willing to live with someone.
She also encouraged Li Jia: "Perhaps you can tell His Majesty that it's special."
At this moment, two little people were fighting in Li Jia's mind.
A white figure said she was judging others by her own petty standards; how could a goddess as high and mighty as Hera make things difficult for a nobody like her?
Another black figure transformed into the face of Ziwei, Xiaoyanzi, and Rong Momo from "Princess Pearl," and darkly pulled out an embroidery needle: "I'll prick you, I ...
A faint scent of rosemary wafted through the palace, mingling with the fragrance of roses seeping in from outside the window to create a soft, warm mist.
A large grove of roses grew in the backyard of the deep palace. Li Jia could see the fiery flowers dancing in the night breeze when she opened the window.
It's just like the person who planted her seed.
Dazzlingly beautiful, aloof and elegant.
White soft mosquito netting hangs around the wooden bed, with the edges embroidered with silver serpent patterns unique to Hera, and grapevines and olive branches are intertwined and engraved at the head of the bed.
A gentle breeze stirred, lifting a corner of the tent and revealing a thin, snow-white silk quilt draped inside, with delicate pearl tassels hanging from its corners.
Lying down like that must be very comfortable.
That's exactly what she did.
Li Jia's mind was in a mess, so she simply stopped thinking about it.
The essence of a salted fish: If difficulties defeat me, I will simply collapse.
She hadn't eaten dinner yet and was both hungry and sleepy.
The first rule of Li's Salted Fish Law: Be good to yourself within your means.
But she dared not speculate on the devil's thoughts, and at the same time, she was unwilling to sleep on the ground.
After much hesitation, physical exhaustion and longing for bed overcame Li Jia's inner fear.
She said, "It's okay." "Sure."
It should be the default "yes".
So the biggest concession Li Jia made was to go to the small pond next to the rose grove, wash herself clean, and even check her toenails several times.
He made sure he was completely free of dirt before getting into Hera's bed.
Shedding her cumbersome dresses, she changed into a lace cotton nightgown.
This is a rough description of the custom-made style by Li Jia.
Fearing her description might not be clear enough, Li Jia even drew a draft and begged Winslow to help her find a merchant in the human world to order it.
She may dress simply in her daily life, but she will never compromise on certain things.
Li Jia has extremely high sleep requirements.
In her words, after a long day of hard work, when she finally doesn't have to wear "work clothes," she absolutely has to take them off and do whatever makes her comfortable.
Let's go and have a good time!
Although Winslow didn't understand what she meant by "ban flavor," her best friend had taught her so many recipes, and she felt obligated to do anything for her. These were all minor matters.
He happily brought back two sets for Li Jia, who was very satisfied with the material; it was indeed handmade from unpolluted raw materials.
The only drawback was that the breast pads in Li Jia's drawings were impossible for the tailor to make; it was an unheard-of design.
With 99% advantages and 1% disadvantages that could hardly be considered disadvantages, Li Jia was naturally satisfied.
The temple is inhabited by girls, what does she have to be afraid of?
What's more, without the constraints, these two lumps of flesh can finally breathe.
Sometimes she wonders... how could there be such a big kiss?
In her past life, she was an A; now she's a C+.
One can't help but marvel at how naturally gifted foreigners are.
I just lay down.
The incredibly skin-friendly texture and the cool, silky feel against her skin reminded Li Jia of modern air conditioning.
A good bed makes all the difference!
The mattresses are all soft, like modern Simmons mattresses!
Unbeknownst to her, Li Jia had fallen into a deep sleep.
Li Jia curled up in the corner of the wooden bed, as was her habit.
It is the greatest sense of security that Li Jia can give herself.
Her flaxen curls were loose and spread out on the soft pillow, with a few strands falling unintentionally onto her collarbone. With each breath, her hair rose and fell slightly, and the thin blanket draped over her chest trembled and fell down with the rhythm.
Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft, frost-like glow on her profile.
The girl seemed to have let go of all her worries, her lips slightly pursed, as if she were dreaming of something sweet, and the corners of her mouth quietly curved into a slight smile.
The entire inner chamber fell silent, save for her steady breathing and the occasional whispered words in her sleep, weaving a gentle net around the deep palace.
When Hera returned, this was the scene she saw: the girl on the bed slept peacefully, her fair neck and jade-like breasts fully exposed as the fabric of her nightgown slipped down.
A small, adorable pink grape was exposed to the air, her nightgown a pale pink close to her skin tone. Another grape, visible through her snow-white nightgown in the dim light, revealed a hint of pink.
It's like being completely naked, but even more alluring than being completely naked.
The woman, suddenly intruding into this springtime scene, felt a tightness in her throat and instinctively waved her hand to close all the doors and windows tightly.
Her temple was not occupied by anyone she brought back, and no one could enter, not even the gods.
Her inner palace was further restricted by her, and Doreen and Winslow would only dare to wait outside the door if they did not receive her verbal permission.
But when Hera saw the girl on the bed, even though she knew no one would see her, she still felt a little unhappy.
He went to great lengths and used every clumsy means to get to her side.
How could they be so careless?
Sometimes, even Hera didn't understand her.
Fortunately, there's plenty of time; she'll have plenty of time to slip up.
Hera sat down next to Li Jia, pulled up her nightgown, and carefully covered her with a thin silk quilt.
A metallic sweetness welled up in her throat, which she forcibly suppressed, but it still dripped down her lips and onto her skirt, blooming like plum blossoms.
Her soul body has not been fully repaired yet, so forcing her to leave seclusion is still too much of a stretch.
After much deliberation, Hera cast a cleansing spell on herself, changed into a clean bathrobe, lay down on the bed, and slowly moved closer to Li Jia, closing her eyes.
Why does this little guy like to sleep in the corner so much?
Hera was tall, and when she got on the bed, the originally flat bed sank in instantly, and Li Jia rolled into her arms as well.
Hera didn't push her away, but instead moved even closer to her. Li Jia was sleeping right on her chest, and the pleasant woody scent wafted into her nose from Li Jia's hair.
Hera fixed her gaze on her face, not wanting to miss a single detail. Usually, she was so afraid of her that she didn't dare to lift her head, but now she was sleeping obediently in her arms.
She is very beautiful.
It was the kind of beauty Hera liked, without any aggression. Her oval face had two cute little dimples when she smiled. Hera stretched out her palm and held it above her cheek to measure; it wasn't even as big as her palm.
Only when I held her in my arms did I truly feel her size.
Narrow shoulders and thin shoulder blades.
I always feel like it will break if I apply too much force.
She had lived in this body for many years before coming to her side.
How did she get through it?
The fingertips were covered with thick calluses.
The Vance family treated her very badly.
Thin and weak.
Where did they get the guts?
He was willing to come to her side.
Become her servant, this demon.
Hera took Li Jia's wrist, and the red ring on her middle finger flickered like a flame or a star in the night. In response, the ring on her hand also lit up as if by telepathy.
He gently stroked her cheek with his other hand, his thumb brushing against Li Jia's lips. It was very soft, and his eyes and brows became even more gentle.
She whispered in Li Jia's ear, "Little liar, don't forget, you were the one who said you loved me first."
Li Jia was woken up by hunger. She has a habit of eating breakfast, and her biological clock always wakes her up at that time.
When she opened her eyes, she felt something was wrong. Logically, since she was sleeping in the corner of the bed, the first thing she should have seen was outside the window.
But when she looked up, she saw a cold and alluring face, and it seemed that he was still sleeping in her arms.
Li Jia dared not make any rash moves, because the demon seemed to still be in a sweet dream. What if she woke her up and the demon killed her in a fit of anger? She valued her life very much.
Cherishing life is everyone's responsibility.
Her head was pressed against Hera's collarbone, and the hot breath she exhaled spread across Hera's forehead and earlobes, tickling and burning her. She was so close that she could even hear the thumping of Hera's heartbeat.
This was too torturous. Hera was like a rattlesnake, tightly wrapped around her waist, leaving her in a predicament where she couldn't go up or down.
I might as well take another nap.
This falls under the second rule of Li's Salted Fish Law: one should take life as it comes and not force oneself too much.
If you can't change it, then enjoy it.
The two people, one big and one small, lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
When Li Jia woke up again, it was already dusk. Her side was empty, which gradually eased her anxiety.
She wasn't ready to be honest with her.
With her worries gone, the faint gurgling sound in her lower abdomen had now turned into a loud protest, audible even through her thin nightgown.
I'm so hungry.
Li Jia's sense of smell became exceptionally sensitive, allowing her to smell the aroma of food from a great distance.
She got out of bed and followed the scent to the round table in the center of the deep hall, where toast, cheese biscuits, and a honey-glazed roast chicken were laid out.
This was the method she had discussed with Winslow. Without saying a word, Li Jia broke off a chicken leg, put it in her mouth, and found it sweet and crispy, indicating it had just come out of the oven.
She's so lucky; she woke up to delicious food delivered right to her door.
...
It was just a pity that Doreen had to stand in a corner outside the door, waiting to collect the plates.
She had just finished eating when Winslow arrived with the goddess of weaving. After receiving Li Jia's permission, the door to the deep palace opened automatically.
This terrified the goddess of weaving. Everyone on the entire sacred mountain knew Hera's temper; how could she share the right to use the deep temple with a mere servant and even invite her to personally tailor clothes for this person?
It should be noted that the other ten deities all obtained their goods wholesale directly from clothing stores in the human world.
But it's not anything unusual; at least they're still making clothes for people.
A few days ago, Artemis asked her to make hundreds of outfits for her pet penguin for all four seasons. From tops and skirts to socks, everything was custom-made. She couldn't even measure the size by hand; she had to estimate it by eye. But that didn't stop her.
A top-notch tailor can handle it with ease.
Li Jia likes bright colors, and she picked out more than a dozen bright color cards such as pale yellow, light green, orange, and bright red. Winslow also picked out a few white color cards of different shades.
After taking Li Jia's measurements and selecting some trendy styles for her, Li Jia also offered some suggestions, such as whether the skirt could have two more pockets to hold food.
The goddess of textiles loved a challenge. Satisfied, she returned to the workshop with the cloth and a few days later personally delivered the dress to Li Jia.
She seemed to understand why Hera treated her differently; such a lovely little girl with creativity and imagination deserved to be liked.
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