Feng Yexuan had never experienced anything like this before.
He was led by a girl, moving as if he were a puppet.
She guided him to wash his hands, then used alcohol for what she called disinfection.
And that wasn't all, she imperiously "commanded" him to take off his clothing and donned a set borrowed from a medicine man.
At this moment, Feng Yexuan was sitting on the side in the backyard, watching the girl who was bustling about not far away.
She was burning the clothes he had just been wearing.
If it were someone else, he would surely take it as a disrespect to himself.
But when she did it, she was so focused and serious.
That profile was undeniably very perfect.
He had always known she was a beauty, but the beauty was too vulgar to catch his eye.
Yet now, she no longer appeared as she used to, always needing to be meticulously dressed.
She was even covered in dust, her face dirtied, with several strands of her hair somewhat disheveled.
