Chapter Six Hundred Twenty-Two
Long Xiaoshan, with his head lowered, glanced at Hua Die, who was lying still with her eyes closed, a mischievous smile on his lips. Although his Divine Soul had been damaged, a starving camel was still larger than a horse. Even with the damage, he remained much stronger than the average person—he knew the moment Hua Die woke up.
Moreover, his hand was on her body; he could sense her body's instinctive reactions—her accelerated blood flow, quickening heartbeat, and rising body temperature. None of it escaped his perception. Reflecting on it, his little handmaiden was indeed quite interesting.
She had already woken up but feigned ignorance as if pretending to be unaware.
Was she just shy, or was there some other reason?
Long Xiaoshan wasn't sure.
