Qin Shaofeng considered himself a victim too.
Yet he knew that in matters like this, men were ultimately the ones taking advantage, so to keep Xian Xiaoying from finding an excuse to fly into a rage—
He not only prepared everything she needed to wash up.
He even used Origin Power to heat the basin of spirit water he had drawn.
Washing up a girl?
This was truly his first time ever doing such a thing.
Whenever his palm brushed against that slight smoothness, an indescribably strange feeling rose in his heart.
Little by little.
As he washed her from head to toe, he did not feel much at first, but Xian Xiaoying's pretty face had long since flushed crimson.
It was Qin Shaofeng's first time washing a girl's face and hands; was it not her first time as well?
The anger in her heart had somehow dissipated greatly through this contact.
At the very least, she had forgotten all about seeking Qin Shaofeng out for another fight.
By the time Qin Shaofeng put on her shoes and socks and packed her things away again, a feeling of lingering reluctance unexpectedly rose in her heart.
She immediately suppressed that thought.
Only then did he take out a comb and begin combing her hair.
All the turmoil and hatred seemed to have completely faded away within this peace.
The two of them seemed to have sunk into the tranquility of that very moment.
Then a string of ill-timed coughs abruptly shattered their peace.
Both of them whirled around.
Only then did they see that Zhan Cangkong, Ximen Zhuiyue, and Qi Xian had arrived at some unknown time. They were in the stone chamber where they had entered this stage, all with their backs to them, seemingly studying the explanation of how