Removing the Curse

Mandala lay sprawled on Mu Chen's bed, her face buried in the pillow.

Mu Chen rubbed his nose, feeling somewhat awkward.

Before, whenever Mandala wanted to use the Immortal Blueprint to suppress the power of the curse, she would come running to his room. They had met here more than anywhere else, so he had instinctively brought Xiao Qing here. Now that he thought about it, it did seem somewhat inappropriate.

"Eesh, Little Mu Mu, I never thought you were that kind of person. You even have improper thoughts about a little girl like this?"

Di Er Meng, who had awakened from her slumber, seemed to have recovered somewhat. None of her previous heaviness remained as she returned to her old self, seizing every opportunity to make snide remarks.

"Of course not! How was I supposed to know lifting a curse required taking off clothes?!" Mu Chen hurriedly explained.

If he let Di Er Meng keep going, who knew what she would twist this into.

"You saw her naked!"

"It was an accident."

"You saw her naked!"

"I didn't do it on purpose."

"You saw her naked!"

No matter what Mu Chen said, Di Er Meng repeated only that one sentence, as though those words alone were invincible.

And indeed, no matter how he tried to explain himself, he was defeated by that sentence. Those seven short words were like a sharp sword, cutting through layer after layer of defense and piercing straight into his heart.

Mu Chen had nothing to say and gave up arguing with Di Er Meng. Let him be strong; the clear breeze still sweeps the hill!

Seeing that Mu Chen had calmed down and that she could no longer stir even the slightest ripple in his heart, Di Er Meng gave up teasing him. She