372: Has He Been Struck Dumb?

Has He Been Struck Dumb?

Lan'er was the source of all his insecurities!0

"Her Highness seldom left Your Highness's side. She was serving you the whole time. When she was tired, she napped at your bedside."

Hearing this, Si Mobai's disappointment vanished immediately. Looking down at the clothes he was wearing, which had clearly been changed, he demanded coldly, "Who changed my clothes for me?"

"It was Her Highness."

"Hmm?" Mobai's eyebrows gently lifted.

"It was Her Highness who wiped Your Highness's body and changed your clothes."

Before the secret guard could finish, Si Mobai curled his lips into a smile, and a look of happiness filled his face. "Did you say that Her Highness was the one who cleaned my body and changed my clothes?"

"Yes."

"Was it really Her Highness?" Si Mobai asked again in disbelief. He was not very confident.

"Yes." The secret guard could not help but glance at So Mobai out of the corner of his eye. Seeing that the smile on his master's face was becoming wider and wider and the ice-cold face glowing with a suspicious red flush, the secret guard instantly froze.

Was this really the ice-cold Wargod?

Was this really the Demon King from the Demon Palace?

It was such a fantasy! The thousand-year iceberg, His Highness, was actually shy. It was really a miracle!

It seemed like the brothers at the manor had been right. They were coming closer to getting to know some nice young ladies and were no longer doomed to become lonely old men!

Si Mobai noticed the secret guard steal a look at him, and his face quickly turned cold. His body again started emitting a terrifying aura. However, he was still in a good mood. So, for the first time ever, he did not punish his subordinate. He said simply, "You may go back."

Initially thinking that he would be punished, when he heard these words, the secret guard felt like he had escaped death. At the same time, he thought that Her Highness should be given god-like status because she'd helped His Highness to change so much.

Si Mobai lifted the blanket and saw that he was clean. He was not giving off any foul odors. When he thought about how all of this caring had been done by Feng Tianlan, his mood soared. His face carried a joyful smile as if the cold wind outside had turned into a spring breeze.

When Feng Tianlan returned with the porridge, she saw Si Mobai sitting up and smiling. She became nervous immediately and greeted him, "Si Mobai."

"Hmm?" Si Mobai raised his eyes and looked at Feng Tianlan with joy. When he thought about how she had wiped his body and changed his clothes, a certain part of him stirred, ready to go. His face developed a red flush.

Feng Tianlan put down the porridge, walked to the bedside quickly, and stretched out her hands to touch Si Mobai's forehead, asking, "Si Mobai, are you ok? Do you feel any discomfort anywhere?"

Maybe, after the seal had broken, some side effects had left him struck dumb?

"Nope." His entire body, inside and out, was very comfortable. This was because Lan'er had cleaned him and changed his clothes. Now, it could be said that they'd been intimate physically. Seeing how nervous Lan'er was just now, he realized that she did actually care for him.

Feng Tianlan put down her hands and stared at him in anger. "If not, then why are you laughing in such a silly way?"

"Lan'er, my clothes are clean."

Hearing this, Feng Tianlan froze, and her small, beautiful face immediately developed a red flush. She explained timidly, "I asked the servant to change you."

Si Mobai gave a "hmm." He was in a good mood. Lan'er was shy, and he knew that, so he would not expose her. Otherwise, she would definitely be upset.

Feng Tianlan felt that he had seen through her, and her small face turned red in embarrassment. As she spun around to fetch the porridge, she felt her wrist being pulled. She lost her balance and fell backward.

"Si…Mm—"

Feng Tianlan fell on top of Si Mobai. His large hands circled her thin waist, and his lips kissed hers. His tongue forced open her teeth and ventured inside…

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