"If she doesn't want to wash, I will!"
Wuya bent down and carefully tucked the underpants that Xuanfengqian had tossed aside into his bosom.
It stretched its slender neck and inhaled deeply, saying with rapt attention, "That's right, it's His Majesty's scent. My husband always carries a faint scent of ambergris, it smells wonderful."
"..."
Xuanfeng remained silent, staring at it with an expression as if it were a fool.
"What are you looking at? Only I can wash His Majesty's underpants, you're not allowed to take them!" Wuya suddenly bristled, pouting and yelling fiercely.
Xuanfeng chuckled and gently poked its fluffy little head. "Don't worry, my good bird, no one's going to take it from you."
"You're smart to know what's good for you."
Wuya relaxed his guard, laboriously picked up Lengye's underpants, and plunged headfirst into the bucket of water, frolicking while pretending to rub the thin fabric.
Jingzhe looked at Wuya, who was dancing excitedly in the bucket, with a troubled expression, and asked Xuanfeng Qian in a low voice, "Princess Xiantian, would it be inappropriate to let the Demon Lord know about this?"
"By silencing Wuya, the Demon Lord will naturally remain unaware."
Xuan Fengqian casually swung a club as thick as an arm and fiercely pounded it on Leng Ye's blood-stained robes.
Jingzhe suddenly shivered. She felt that Xuanfeng Qian's eerie aura was not like he was washing clothes, but rather like he was slaughtering a pig. His murderous aura was so strong that it made people afraid.
At that time, Leng Ye had already carried Xuan Qianning back to the house.
He applied the medicine to her without saying a word, his eyes gleaming with intense focus.
Xuan Qianning's cheeks flushed slightly as she gazed at him so close to her, her heart pounding wildly.
Are you hot?
Leng Ye glanced at her flushed cheeks and casually asked.
"Yes... a little bit." Xuan Qianning nodded slightly, her eyebrows and eyes full of spring.
"In that case, I shall make do in the side room tonight. It will surely be even hotter with two people crammed onto the narrow bed."
Seeing that Leng Ye was about to leave, Xuan Qianning quickly changed her mind, rushed forward and gently hugged his waist, "Stay with me, okay?"
"Didn't you complain about the heat?"
As Leng Ye let Xuan Qianning's delicate body press against his strong back, his thoughts drifted away.
"Your Majesty, you misunderstand. I have never been so close to any man other than you before, and I am a little nervous." Xuan Qianning's cheeks were flushed, her almond-shaped eyes were like waves, and there was a hint of shyness in her gaze.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
Leng Ye knew exactly what Xuan Qianning wanted. If it were before, he could have easily given a perfunctory answer.
But now, when faced with women other than Xuan Fengqian, his body is practically useless, and he has absolutely no interest in them.
Xuan Qian's flawless, jade-like hands tightly embraced Leng Ye's waist, her voice soft and tender, "Your Majesty, please don't leave tonight, okay?"
Leng Ye pursed his lips and remained silent.
He wanted to push the door open and go out, but he was worried that doing so would hurt Xuan Qianning's feelings.
Firstly, she was, after all, his savior.
No matter how cruel and heartless he is, he would never harm someone who has been kind to him.
Furthermore, Xuan Qianning happens to be the only Phoenix Rebellion in the Six Realms.
The dragon and the phoenix are a match made in heaven.
She was destined to be the most suitable person for him...
After careful consideration, Leng Ye suddenly turned around and abruptly carried Xuan Qianning onto the bed.
"Your Majesty, if I have failed to serve you properly, please do not be angry with me. This is my first time..." Xuan Qianning gently placed her soft, boneless hand on Leng Ye's broad chest and whispered softly.
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