"What are you washing for? Are you disgusted with me?" the Crown Prince asked coldly.
Blood Guanyin glanced at the Crown Prince. Isn't that obvious?
Out loud, however, she still spared his dignity. "It's all right. Small things are cute too."
The Crown Prince's fists clenched. "Are you mocking me?"
Blood Guanyin continued washing her hands diligently, not even looking up this time. "Of course not. How could I possibly be disgusted with Your Highness? You may be a little delicate, but I'm sure you still stand head and shoulders above other men."
As if.
It wasn't as though she had never experienced a real man.
But before the Crown Prince, she had not.
Out in the world, your identity was whatever you made it.
The persona Blood Guanyin maintained before the Crown Prince-or rather, before the entire world-was one of purity as flawless as ice and jade.
Even though "pure as ice and jade" hardly suited a Demon Cult Elder.
Yet almost everyone believed it. Even many Demon Cult disciples believed that Blood Guanyin had never been defiled by a man.
After all, Blood Guanyin usually displayed far too much loathing for men.
The more she did so, the more it stirred many men's desire to pursue her.
As a result, there were no small number of male Demon Cult disciples under Blood Guanyin.
Even though she offered them extremely poor treatment.
There were plenty of little demons willing to bring their own provisions.
Teacher Dai was merely one of them.
Thousand Faces often lost his composure over this, believing that the Demon Cult had far too many vermin within its ranks.
And the more eagerly these male disciples threw themselves at her, the more Blood Guanyin felt that men truly had no self-respect.
That scoundrel from back then