This man named Fu Yuan had saved her from the Snow Wolves' encirclement, then brought her back into this enormous iron box [tracked snow vehicle], wiped away the blood and water stains, and even treated her wounds...
Fu Yuan waved a hand before Irisviel's dazed, vacant eyes. "Can you hear me?"
"Mm, I can," Irisviel replied.
"Then change into some clothes and come out." Fu Yuan pointed at the neatly arranged clothing before leaving the snow vehicle's cabin.
Fortunately, although Irisviel was zero years old and lacked common sense and maturity, she could still dress herself.
She did not need anyone to help her get dressed.
From the pile of clothes Fu Yuan had laid out, Irisviel chose an outfit. Amid the rustling of fabric, she put it on, finally concealing the curves of her shapely body completely.
"Mm..."
Wearing Fu Yuan's clothes, Irisviel tugged awkwardly at her top.
The garment was a little tight, making it somewhat difficult for her to breathe.
After all, Irisviel's chest muscles were just that exaggerated~
As Irisviel tugged at the fabric over her chest, her tightly bound breasts gained a little room. Once her breathing eased, she looked toward the cabin door.
With her exceptionally strong learning ability, Irisviel recalled how Fu Yuan had opened the door earlier and copied him, opening it herself.
With a click, the snow vehicle's cabin door opened.
Irisviel then appeared in the doorway, and Fu Yuan, who had been waiting outside, looked over at the open door.
Irisviel, who had previously seemed like a newborn, had now properly put on his pants and shirt, hiding her snow-white, crystalline skin and shapely figure beneath the clothes.
Seeing this beautiful woman wearing his clothes, Fu Yuan felt a strangely subtle emotion rise within him.
How should he put it?