The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

"Did something happen between us? Which one is which?"

Xuzhi had a faint smile on his face. He bent down slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered softly.

The voice was neither loud nor soft, but it seemed to carry some kind of alluring magic that made people's hearts tremble.

She was startled and reflexively covered his mouth with her hand, looking at him in horror.

There was a hint of teasing and amusement in his eyes, and he seemed very satisfied with her reaction.

"Master, I can tell from the first glance that you are a fickle man. Don't ever touch me again. I think you are dirty..."

As Hua Ye spoke, he quickly let go of his hand and jumped away like a frightened rabbit, keeping some distance from him.

Then she lifted the hem of her skirt, ran to Wutong, lowered her eyebrows and asked pleasantly, "Sister Wutong, how do I wear this dress? I don't really know how..."

She held the clothes in her hands, looking a little nervous and very weak and pitiful.

Wutong suppressed his impatience and explained to her carefully: "This milky white lining should be worn inside, and then put on this light blue coat, and the one you are wearing should be worn outside..."

While speaking, Wutong's gaze kept drifting involuntarily towards Xuzhi who was gradually approaching, and his eyes revealed a complex emotion of admiration.

"Where should these pieces of yarn be placed?"

Hua Ye tightly grasped the pieces of gauze in his hands that could barely cover his vital parts. His face flushed red and he stammered for a long time without being able to utter a complete sentence.

"Just put it on the outside of your clothes, but you need to find the corresponding opening..." Wutong answered absentmindedly.

Xu Zhi's originally cold almond-shaped eyes were now fixed on Hua Ye's bare, mud-covered and slightly red feet, with a hint of barely perceptible anger in his eyes.

Wutong, who was standing by, picked up the gauze from Hua Ye's hand and was about to look for the collar of his clothes, but Hua Ye was suddenly picked up by the person he saw.

The defenseless Hua Ye felt that his body suddenly lost its center of gravity and flew into the air.

She screamed in panic, "What the hell is wrong with you? Put me down now!"

"In my opinion, you are the one who made it dirty...your bath was in vain!"

Xuzhi's strong and powerful arms clamped Hua Ye's struggling and twisting body tightly like an iron clamp.

But when Hua Ye noticed Wutong's angry and intimidating gaze, she immediately shrank back into his arms like a deflated ball.

However, despite this, the strong scent of paulownia flowers emanating from Xuzhi still made her frown.

"Your Highness, Sister Ye'er hasn't packed her clothes yet!"

Wutong suppressed his dissatisfaction, hurriedly caught up with him, and stuffed the clothes into Hua Ye's arms.

Her big watery eyes were filled with tears that were about to burst out, which made people feel pity. Hua Ye felt a strong sense of guilt in his heart after just a glance.

"Just prepare a few simple robes for her. She's not good at wearing complicated and elaborate dresses."

Xuzhi once again returned to that cold and indifferent expression that kept people at a distance, and even when speaking to Wutong, he used the tone of giving orders to a servant.

As soon as he finished speaking, he hugged Hua Ye and disappeared into the air like a ghost.

Looking at the two disappearing figures, Wutong, who had been waiting for thousands of years, could no longer restrain himself.

The tears in her eyes rushed down like a flood that broke through the dam. She cried so tenderly and adorably.

"She is just an ordinary mortal. How could she be favored by someone of such noble status and lofty position? You are the king of the demon world..."

She stood in the middle of the tea room, her emotions almost out of control, and she shouted at the top of her lungs.

As she finished her words, she suddenly stretched out her hands and swept the exquisite and unique tea sets on the tea table to the ground.

In an instant, a series of sharp and piercing cracking sounds echoed throughout the room. The tea sets that were once regarded as treasures were now all broken into pieces and scattered on the cold and hard ground.

At this moment, Hua Ye curled up in Xuzhi's arms, with Wutong's words and the sound of her sobbing echoing in her ears.

She silently buried her head deeper, and her whole body seemed to have lost its soul, nestling motionlessly in Xu's arms.