Wuya, with her pointed mouth crooked, was about to steal a kiss from Xuanfengqian when she was caught off guard by Jingzhe walking towards her.
"Shut up! If you peck at me like that, you'll poke a hole in Princess Xiantian's face!" Jingzhe reacted quickly, pressing down hard on Wuya's mouth.
"snort!"
Wuya groaned, his pointed lips pressed tightly together as he mumbled indistinctly, "I don't want to kiss her! My first kiss, my first time, all belong to Your Majesty."
Xuanfeng chuckled, his mind filled with images of the black dragon "fighting" the crow.
Wuya suddenly turned his head and glanced sideways at Xuanfeng Qian, who was smiling and had a captivating gaze. He was so engrossed in her that he stared at her for a moment.
"Jingzhe, tell me, who's prettier, her or me?"
It gently tugged at Jingzhe's arm, pleading sweetly in a coquettish voice.
On the one hand, it desperately craves the affirmation of Jingzhe (the awakening of insects).
On the other hand, it secretly envied Xuan Fengqian's excellent appearance.
Jingzhe casually stuffed the rhombus-shaped mirror into Wuyai's arms and replied perfunctorily, "Is there any need to say more? The number one beauty of the bird clan is indeed worthy of the title."
"Heh! You have good taste, kid."
Wuya tilted his head slightly, gazing intently at the snow-white bird's head reflected in the mirror, secretly delighted, "My God, how can I be so handsome!"
"I don't know where you get your confidence from!"
Jingzhe shook her head helplessly, then handed Xuanfengqian the clothes Leng Ye had just changed out of, "Princess Xiantian, thank you for your trouble."
Xuanfeng glanced at the blood-stained robe in his arms and said in confusion, "This robe looks like it's been soaked in blood. Without magic, how can it be cleaned? Even if it were cleaned, the smooth satin fabric would be worn out. Are you sure the Demon Lord would like to wear a robe that's been washed and faded?"
"nature."
Jingzhe smiled warmly and answered with particular certainty.
"Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord is quite frugal."
Xuan Feng shrugged lightly. It was just a robe; she could wash it.
Jingzhe smiled but remained silent, politely leading Xuanfengqian toward the well in the side courtyard of Ziyou Palace.
Xuanfeng Qianluo sat on the low stool, deftly rolled up his sleeves, and laid his blood-stained robe flat in front of him.
She noticed a wet white fabric hidden inside the blood-stained robe, mistaking it for Leng Ye's handkerchief. She threw it into the bucket and rubbed it with water.
When she realized that the wad of fabric in her hand was actually Leng Ye's underwear that he had just changed out of, her face turned green instantly.
"This thing needs to be washed too?"
She frowned, then held up one corner of her underpants with two fingers and waved it in front of Jingzhe.
Jingzhe chuckled sheepishly and said softly, "Of course."
Xuan Fengqian tossed it aside with disdain, saying angrily, "It's filthy, I don't want to wash it."
Because of these underwear, she suddenly recalled the brutal acts of the cold night in her dream.
Although the calamity she foresaw in her dream did not actually befall her.
But she was still terrified, and at this moment she refused to touch the clothes he had worn.
Jingzhe looked troubled. Tete squatted down in front of Xuanfeng Qian and said in a low voice, "If the princess angers the Demon Lord over such a trivial matter, it will be a loss for her."
"Can..."
Xuanfeng knew that Jingzhe was putting herself in her shoes and thinking of her, but she really couldn't overcome the shadow in her heart.
This is like being violated and then having to wash away the filthy marks as if nothing happened.
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