Bu Yuehua put on the floral dress and stepped out of the cubicle. The modest young lady's attire only brought out her air of a master's wife all the more.
Seeing Xie Jinhuan studying his sword, she hesitated briefly, then sat beside him and hooked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Things were dangerous just now, and my head was a little muddled. I said some things that weren't appropriate. Um... you..."
Xie Jinhuan knew A Piao had been pushing things along from behind. He did not press his advantage to climb his way onto Hua, but shook his head with a smile.
"It's fine. Anyone would have lost their composure in that situation. I didn't take it seriously. Get some rest first, so we can leave as soon as possible."
He didn't take it seriously...
Seeing how understanding Xie Jinhuan was, Bu Yuehua genuinely felt a little ashamed.
She had intended to take the offered way out, meditate, and pretend nothing had happened.
But ever since meeting Xie Jinhuan, she had been taking every benefit he offered. Today, too, it was because she wanted to investigate the grudges of her father's generation that they had stepped straight into an encirclement, only to rely on Xie Jinhuan's immortal arts and divine abilities to escape...
In danger, she had gone crazy and spouted nonsense to tease the youngster. Now that they had escaped with their lives, she was comfortably letting him be understanding again. Even a Witch Cult Demoness would not be this shameless...
Bu Yuehua folded her hands at her waist. After hesitating for who knew how long, she glanced at Xie Jinhuan. Seeing that he truly harbored no improper thoughts, she secretly gritted her teeth and, before thunder could leave time to cover one's ears, turned her head