Click. It had tightened into a dead knot.
Now there was even less chance of untying it!
Cui Jiuyang silently cursed himself for being so stupid. But if he did not undo and remove the soaked undergarment, what good would putting the old woman's coarse robe over it do?
He gritted his teeth, wound his fingers around the knot, and pulled hard, simply snapping the cord.
But he used too much force and dragged the cloth at the front around to the back as well.
What sprang free resembled overturned jade bowls, swaying and trembling with the pull of the wet bellyband, with a texture like soft tofu, full of spring...
Of all the rotten timing... a thunderclap exploded outside just then!
Lightning shone through the dilapidated rear window of the little temple, riddled with holes, revealing all that beauty to Cui Jiuyang without reserve.
Raindrops that had yet to dry still pooled in the hollows of her collarbones.
His breathing instantly lost its rhythm.
You can't keep looking. Cui Jiuyang, what are you doing?!
He forced himself to turn his head away and gently slipped off her black skirt, avoiding the sight of her straight, pale legs.
But he would not dare remove the pleated trousers underneath, no matter what...
He put an arm around Little White Pear, helped her into a half-sitting position, and carefully draped the old woman's coarse robe over her.
It was an arduous process, probably more exhausting than cutting down ten Mourning Ghosts with his sword. Some of the brushing and rubbing along the way was truly beyond Cui Jiuyang's control.
When he finally covered Little White Pear's entire glistening, creamy-white body with the robe, he could not tell whether the straw on the ground was pricking her uncomfortably or his slow movements had