Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

So?

Does he have water-related abilities?

Luo Xi quickly gave up thinking about this problem, "...Mr. Lingyuan, I'm fine now, you don't need to wash anymore..."

"Oh..." Ling Yuan held her hand and raised it to his eyes, examining it frame by frame in the sunlight, as if he were examining some extraordinary work of art. "It's still a little red. You need to apply some medicine."

It was a completely declarative sentence. Rosie couldn't even find a point to refute it and could only follow his rhythm.

When she sat on the sofa in the living room, she noticed that the clothes Ling Yuan was wearing seemed a little familiar...

It was the white satin robe.

It's just that the robe now fits him perfectly, and it didn't give her as strong a visual impact as it did that day, so she didn't notice it just now.

It would have been fine if I hadn't discovered it, but now...

The memory of yesterday's dream suddenly began to attack her.

Luo Xi felt her face getting slightly hot, and the fingertips that Ling Yuan was holding gently in her hand began to tremble uncontrollably.

She secretly raised her eyes to look at the fox half-orc who was diligently applying medicine to her. From her angle, she could just see his snow-white fox ears, with a hint of light pink in the earlobes...

Suddenly, the fox half-orc leaned forward slightly, and the collar of his white satin robe opened slightly.

It was a very small opening, but from Luo Xi's perspective, not only were there well-defined abdominal muscles, but even two faintly visible mermaid lines...

At just one glance, Rosie felt like she was electrocuted and quickly looked away.

My face felt as hot as if it was on fire, and the heat was spreading all the way down.

This enthusiasm reached its limit when he met the fox orc's puzzled gaze.

"...Thank you, um...my hand is fine now..."

Luo Xi's voice sounded softly, with a slight tremor at the end.

Ling Yuan didn't seem to notice her tenseness, and he used a cotton swab to gently rub the delicate white hands of the little female. "Really? Let me take a closer look. Fan Xiao entrusted you to my care. If I let you get hurt, I won't be able to explain to him."

If Luo Xi hadn't been so nervous, she might have discovered that the place where Ling Yuan applied the paint was not the place where she was burned just now. Unfortunately, her brain had short-circuited and she couldn't think more.

She wanted to pull her hand back, but with a little force, she actually brought the orc, who was much taller than her, much closer.

too close.

I could feel his breath so close.

Luo Xi jumped up from the sofa as if it was a conditioned reflex. "I'm fine, Mr. Lingyuan, I have to go see how the steak in the pot is doing..."

Ling Yuan looked at the panicked back of the little female, with a playful smile on his lips. He flicked his slender fingers, and the dried cotton swab drew a perfect parabola and fell into the trash can.

He adjusted the collar of his robe and immediately regained his usual perfect image of an elegant nobleman.

That’s it for today.

This level is enough.

If you pull the string too tight, the bunny will run away...

For the rest of the time, everything was as usual.

It was so normal that Rosie felt that she was just making a fuss out of nothing.

Ling Yuan was just being overly attentive. He made a fuss about treating her wound out of humanitarian concern.

As for the collar of the robe...

It certainly wasn't intentional, and he probably wasn't aware that he could see it clearly from that angle.

It must be because of that weird dream last night that made her act weird today.

Luo Xi secretly warned herself not to be too self-indulgent.

She is not a federal currency, how can she be loved by everyone!