The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 28.2

Chapter 28.2

The colors were also monotonous.

Since arriving here, Zhihua has been passionately dedicated to dressing her up. Whenever the mood strikes, she changes the styles of her hair and clothing, trying on all sorts of vibrant colors, using all kinds of strange and rare fabrics, and adorning her with various expensive and flamboyant accessories.

Tong Siqing had always felt she was very accepting and could handle anything, as Zhihua’s aesthetic taste was consistently excellent, and she always dressed beautifully.

But…

This outfit today, she simply could not accept it!

“Do I have to personally dress you?”

As Shi Zhihua spoke, she seemed about to move closer, scaring Tong Siqing into a shudder. She immediately agreed to change.

“Well…” Shi Zhihua saw how clumsy she was and had to helplessly prompt her, “Before putting this on, take off your undergarment first. Otherwise, it will look neither one thing nor the other. What kind of decorum is that?”

After saying that, the Demon Lord herself couldn’t help but cover her face and smile in her lifetime, the word “decorum” actually came out of her mouth.

It was rather amusing.

However, Tong Siqing had grown up hearing such rigid terms, so she didn’t feel anything was wrong. She could only obediently remove her undergarment as instructed, then look down and start tidying up…

Shi Zhihua didn’t know why, but she felt a bit like looking away. Her mind was in turmoil, and her mouth felt like it held a tasteless yet saliva-inducing candy.

It made her swallow uncontrollably, yet she tried to restrain herself.

Shi Zhihua extended her finger, at first glance seemingly helping Tong Siqing tidy her clothes. In reality, she was slowly and methodically loosening her own robe ties.

The golden snake from earlier slithered out of her sleeve, flicking its scarlet tongue. Just as it was about to turn toward Tong Siqing in a friendly gesture, it was suddenly grabbed by its qi cun (about seven inches down the body) and tossed out.

Golden Snake: “???”

The window to the bedchamber was only briefly opened and closed because she was worried Tong Siqing would get cold.

Shi Zhihua unhurriedly went to wash her hands before pacing back towards Tong Siqing.

The Demon Lord, who had maintained a cold expression all day, finally let her pleasure show.

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