Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
The more Di Mo Xuan asked, the more guilty Ye Qing Luo felt.
She knew that Di Mo Xuan wasn’t blaming her for taking other men’s things.
Instead, Di Mo Xuan was upset that she had trust others easily.
He was caring for her.
Ye Qing Luo’s long curly lashes fluttered like a butterfly’s wings, her pink lips pursed lightly: “I am an alchemist, I won’t take it if I am not confident enough.”
Even Old Man Cang thought this bottle of medicinal pills was the best, naturally there was no problem.
However, Ye Qing Luo’s answer made Di Mo Xuan’s face sulked even further but the arc on his lips became even deeper.
“So, you feel that the act of taking this bottle of medicinal pills is correct?”
Ye Qing Luo: “…”
Who would dare to nod the head at this moment?
She continued pursing her lips when staring at Di Mo Xuan’s fine-looking face and shook her head.
“Since it is not right, I am confiscating it.” Di Mo Xuan closed his fingers, the ring on him that was like Ye Qing Luo flashed and he placed the two jaded bottles of medicinal pills into it.
“I…….” Ye Qing Luo stretched her hand out before withdrawing back reluctantly.
Damn it!
Without this bottle of medicinal pills, to restore the physical strength of the body, she could only rely on her willpower to endure the devil class training!
“Rest for a while.” Di Mo Xuan saw her retracting back her hand and gave a smirk.
He moved slightly and Ye Qing Luo saw a purple figure in front of her.
The elegant sandalwood scent filled her nostrils, as if it was ready to envelope her.
Before she knew it, Ye Qing Luo’s head was resting on Di Mo Xuan’s chest.
Her young petite soft body was embraced in his arms, wrapped tightly.
The man’s big palm covered the young lady’ head.
“Sleep.”
Low and mellow like an aged wine voice, fluttering in the ears.
Like a sweet lullaby, Ye Qing Luo relaxed totally in his arms, her eyelids became heavier gradually.
In the next moment, she fell into a deep sleep.
……..
Ye Qing Luo was awakened by the licks on her face by Qi Qi and Bi Jue.
By the time her eyes were opened, Di Mo Xuan was no longer around.
Her hand felt around the bed, there wasn’t any sense of his warmth around.
In the room, there was still a sandalwood fragrance that made her feel good, which proved the existence of Emperor Mo Xuan.
But what caught her attention after she got off the bed wasn’t the constant reminders from Q Qi that it was close to seven in the evening… it was her dripping wet uniform and inner lining hanging on the two bamboo poles.
“…….” Ye Qing Luo’s lips twitched.
This man had washed her clothes again!
Must he act like a good husband material?
The first time…. She endured it.
And now the second time!
How disgraceful!
Ye Qing Luo’s cheeks were flushed red, staring at the uniform that was still dripping wet, her thoughts wandered to Di Mo Xuan’s slender fingers that had washed her clothes and her inner lining.
Her cheeks blushed into a bright pink.
Could she still wear these clothes?
Hang on, it seemed like she had already worn them!
Ye Qing Luo bowed down and stared hard at the clothes on her body and remembered the picture of of Di Mo Xuan washing her clothes………
The petite body trembled fiercely, and the body temperature seemed to have a rising mode.
“Oui Oui Oui~” Qi Qi leaped onto Ye Qing Luo’s shoulders, reminding her to watch the time.
When the bells of the school rang, Ye Qing Luo’s scorching heated body was alarmed into cold sweat.
She no longer had the mood to think about Di Mo Xuan’s washing her clothes.
