The Hero in Exile

"Xiao Lingyu has been bathing for so long, haven't you bathed her yet?"

Lingyu had been rubbing Moran's clothes in the bathroom for nearly half an hour, but he still didn't come out. She could have used magic to clean them directly, but Lingyu refused.

And during this time, Phil went over and took a peek.

This is not washing clothes, it can be said that she is beating clothes. Even when she fought side by side with Lingyu before, she had never seen her so serious. It seemed like she was facing some difficulty.

He kept saying things like bad woman, slut, etc., completely unlike what a brave man should be like.

"Almost...almost, I will be done soon."

Lingyu said so, but her hands were rubbing the clothes more and more vigorously. From time to time, she would pick up the cuffs of the clothes and put them to her face to sniff. The faint smell made Lingyu frown.

"How abominable! What kind of perfume do these nobles use? Why does it still smell after so long?"

Lingyu's white, tender and smooth little hands were stained with wrinkles and red due to being soaked in water for a long time, but Lingyu said she would never give up. She didn't want Moran to wear clothes that were stained with the scent of other women, especially when she could smell it when she got close to him.

After a lot of effort, the smell was finally gone. After using magic to completely dry the clothes, Lingyu came up with a way to prevent such a thing from happening again.

I found a perfume that I rarely used in my luggage and sprayed it on every part of my clothes.

"It seems like something is missing."

"correct!"

Lingyu put the clothes into her own underwear closet so that they would have her own scent.

Then when Moran wears this dress, it will smell like her own underwear. Perhaps Moran is wearing her own underwear, thinking of this, Lingyu's face quickly turned red with embarrassment.

But he didn't stop folding clothes and putting them into the closet, and even had a silly smile on his face.

"I have washed your clothes. It's a cold day so it's better to wear them early."

"Okay, thank you Lingyu, class is about to start and you should go back quickly."

Lingyu left with a blushing face only after making sure that Moran had put on his coat.

Not long after putting it on, I could smell a faint scent of jasmine. This smell was just like the smell I smelled when I held Lingyu in my arms while sleeping. Moran suddenly realized something and silently returned to normal again. Otherwise, he would always feel like a pervert. But this smell was quite nice.

"Damn it, Moran!" After making sure Lingyu had left, the fat man grabbed Moran's collar and shook him.

"That's right, you actually have such a pretty girlfriend who can help you wash your clothes! This is a place for studying at school, you bastard, but I also want such a considerate and pretty girlfriend, don't you think so, big guy?"

"Yeah, I'm envious."

Even though they were really annoying sometimes, it was really great to receive envious looks from them.

"Ah, Fatty's clothes still smell like my girlfriend. Let me smell yours. Hmm, they only smell like a loser."

The fat guy was broken-down when he heard what Moran said, remembering how his father said he was lazy and gluttonous when he was at home. He went to his own bar to drink and played with cats and dogs with the thin guy and others when he had nothing to do. After he confessed to the girl he liked, he was rejected because of his appearance, and the fat guy shed tears.

"Moran, we're just friends, wuwuwu...you've crossed the line."

Sensing the decadent atmosphere beside him, Moran decided not to provoke him anymore. After all, the Demon King would also have a trace of pity for the weak.

"What happened to Xiao Lingyu? She looks so happy."

"Hey, is it that obvious? It's nothing, just a small matter, hehe."

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