As Zhu Zhuqing spoke, she blew a gentle breath.
The warm breath brushed Cao De's neck, sending an involuntary shiver through his entire body.
Had Zhu Zhuqing linked her attributes with Ning Rongrong?!
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
Zhu Zhuqing leaned a little closer to Cao De's neck, her breath as fragrant as orchids.
Cao De shivered again. Feeling rather helpless, he quickened his pace.
Inside the room, Huo Wu, Shui Bing'er, and Shui Yue'er were sitting together, chatting.
Hearing Cao De's footsteps, the three women happily came out to meet him.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing in Cao De's arms, Huo Wu was the first to approach. "Master, let me carry her."
Shui Bing'er grabbed Huo Wu. "Master, Huo Wu, Yue'er, and I still have something to take care of, so we'll head out first."
"All right." Cao De nodded and carried Zhu Zhuqing straight into the room.
Once Cao De had gone inside, Huo Wu asked quietly in confusion, "Why did you lie to Master?"
Looking somewhat helpless, Shui Bing'er firmly rubbed Huo Wu's cheeks.
"It was for Master's love life."
Huo Wu still didn't understand. "So what does that have to do with lying?"
"Just listen to me." Shui Bing'er took Huo Wu and Shui Yue'er by the hands and hurried away from the room Cao De was in.
Inside, Cao De laid Zhu Zhuqing on the bed.
Zhu Zhuqing blinked and put on a sweet, affected voice. "Lord Holy Son, are you really that impatient?"
"Stop fooling around. I'm going to dress your wound again. It'll hurt a little, so bear with it."
Speaking gently, Cao De took the wound-dressing supplies he had stored earlier out of the System Space.
Hearing his words, Zhu Zhuqing smiled. "All right."
Then she began undoing the buttons on her clothes, one,