Through the amethyst mirror, that expressionless face was less than a foot behind her, staring at him with a deep, inky gaze.
A chill slowly swept over her body, and a surge of anger suddenly erupted from the depths of her heart, catching Xiang Wan somewhat off guard.
Inside the room, the air moved even though there was no wind; strands of hair from her temples brushed against her cheeks and touched the tip of her nose.
She wasn't afraid of the cold; the colder, the better.
But the tip of the nose...
Achoo!
A loud, unseemly sneeze completely shattered Xiang Wan's composed demeanor.
Turning her head, her eyes were already slightly red, and tears welled up in them.
"Your Highness, your robe..."
Her hands were clasped together, her eyelashes were covered with tiny droplets of water, her eyes were veiled with a thin mist, her delicate nostrils twitched slightly, and her lips trembled slightly. No matter how you looked at her, she was incredibly pitiful and utterly wronged...
She glanced at the robe beside her out of the corner of her eye, lowered her eyelids, and a single tear slid down her cheek, landing on the back of her hand and soaking her fair skin.
Hurry up and comfort your little beauty, ahhhhh!
They occupied this small hill of dwarves all to make clothes for you!
You're angry? I'm angry!
Who do you think has nothing better to do than come down underground?
Doesn't she get tired working so hard?
The more Xiang Wan thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and eventually she actually cried.
It's all because of that shameless system, otherwise why would she need to come here and pretend to be something she's not?
Having experienced so many worlds, she's still not the strongest one. Who can she turn to for help with this grievance?
Tears fell like beads from a broken string, quickly soaking a large patch of the stone slab beneath their feet.
Satan frowned, somewhat puzzled.
He was clearly furious, plotting various ways to torment her to vent his anger, but when it came to her, a few tears extinguished his rage.
This is not normal!
He's a demon; he shouldn't have such strong emotional fluctuations!
Before him, everything in the world has only two possible outcomes: controllability or death.
What exactly happened?
As her anger subsided, Xiang Wan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but her tears did not stop.
She was still feeling wronged, and taking advantage of the system's absence, she wanted to vent her frustrations to avoid being mocked by it.
Low sobs echoed in the room.
Satan made no further move, and Xiang Wan ignored him.
Exhausted from crying, Xiang Wan took out a handkerchief from her spatial storage, wiped her face clean, and then took out a bottle of blue liquor and drank it down.
With so many red and blue options, let's replenish our energy first.
Dwarves are skilled not only in weapon crafting but also in alchemy and potion making.
All the red and blue items in Xiangwan's space, along with a whole bunch of useful and useless things, were sent over as long as she took a liking to them.
From this perspective, she wouldn't mind staying underground a little longer.
For a while, Xiang Wan didn't think about Satan, and she thought he would stay in that dream a little longer.
Thank goodness!
Xiang Wan secretly patted her chest, took the clothes made by the long-bearded man in her hand, and handed them over.
"Your Highness, this is lined with dustproof and waterproof magic silkworm silk. It's lightweight, soft, and resilient. Would you like to try it on?"
Eyes that have been crying are clear and bright; when you look into them, it's as if that person is the whole world.
Satan's heart stirred slightly, his eyes sweeping over Xiang Wan's chest, a fleeting hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
Are you upset again?
Why?
Xiang Wan was completely bewildered and handed over the robe a little more.
Satan didn't take it, but looked up and said, "Change it for me."
? ? ?
Why make her do it when a simple spell could solve it?
As soon as Satan finished speaking, Xiang Wan tossed her hands and used her robe to cover the amethyst mirror.
She's a reserved, honest, and kind girl; how could she let the mirror betray her?
We must stop them!
A pristine white, custom-made court robe, complete with a belt, hidden buttons, and a zipper…
Damn it, what grudge does the robe have against her?
Why is this so hard to solve!
She refused to believe it; it was just a piece of clothing, how could it possibly be a beauty of unparalleled grace?
Once she got serious, Xiang Wan nipped that little thought in the bud.
Satan remained expressionless, his gaze fixed intently on those small hands.
This was the first time someone had ever removed his robes, and it happened while he was fully conscious.
The slight touch transmitted through the fabric seems...not bad.
Small and nimble hands, with distinct knuckles, as white and lustrous as jade.
Her wrists were slender and delicate, barely large enough to be grasped in one hand.
Her skirt swayed gently with her breath, revealing her slender and supple waist. Her long hair was tied back from her temples and then spread out to her waist. Her long, thick eyelashes trembled and swept gently across her face, sometimes obscuring her clear eyes.
Her nose was small and delicate, and her lips were full and red, glistening with moisture, like a peach covered in dew.
Satan's gaze shifted downwards, catching a glimpse of the white tail hidden beneath the long dress, and his eyes darkened.
Do the Medusa clan possess some special ability, where not only their lips, but their entire body, even the scales on their tails, exude an alluring fragrance?
With a slight grinding of his index fingers and thumbs, Satan's gaze suddenly sharpened: Did this Medusa, who spared no effort in seducing him, want him to be her partner?
He is a demon, and everything in this world can only be dealt with according to his mood, with absolutely no deviation allowed!
Xiang Wan finally managed to unfasten the buckle, and before she could even catch her breath, a large hand suddenly grabbed her throat.
"What...cough...are you doing...?"
He loosely clenched his fists, and ice needles condensed in his palms.
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