Removing armor was no easy task.
Only after stripping off the last shirt on Dawn did Tang Qi finally let out a long sigh of relief.
He could finally understand why knights always had a squire following them around--
Wearing plate armor did not mean merely putting on an outer shell of iron.
Once the restraining straps were undone, there was still a layer of cotton clothing underneath.
Beneath that was a close-fitting chainmail shirt, and finally, another layer of warm lining...
Even with two people working together, it took a full twenty minutes to remove everything.
The pale, smooth torso, covered in numerous mushrooms, was thus revealed before his eyes.
Tang Qi untied the final chest wrap and could not help saying:
"Why is it flat? Do corpses have worse elasticity?"
He reached out and pinched Dawn's shoulder. As he applied force, he watched closely and found that the skin really did sink in where he pinched it,
"All right, lie down on the bed."
Dawn hesitated for a while. Only after she "looked directly" at Tang Qi's urging gaze did she slowly lie flat on the bed.
Tang Qi walked closer and discovered that although this headless paladin remained silent, the black mist around her neck revealed her mood--
He had never seen a volcano erupt in his life, but seeing the mist "flap" and churn like that counted as having fulfilled one of his dreams.
"Are you really that nervous?"
Tang Qi asked curiously, then patted Dawn's knee,
"Don't bend your knees and brace your legs. Lay them flat."
She obediently did as he said, but the black mist erupted even more vigorously.
Tang Qi grew even more puzzled:
"Why are you spreading your legs so wide?"
"I thought it would be more convenient this way."
"Convenient