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"Oh? What gift?"
"It is the most private gift from this humble one, I hope the Demon Lord won't disdain it."
Guan Qinghan was almost in tears.
Although...
She was a very prudent person.
In order to gain the Demon Lord's trust and not let him suspect that she was an impostor saintess, she was willing to make certain sacrifices.
But, not to be as lowly as she was now.
It was as if she had no backbone.
She had become a tail-wagging, pitiful little dog.
And most crucially, she seemed to be immersed in it, as if she was willing to do these things for the Demon Lord.
So there she was, under Fang Yang's icy gaze, she bravely endured her bashfulness and reached under her clothes...
Before long, she had in her hand a piece of lingerie that emanated a faint scent of virginity.
Then, trembling, she stuffed it into Fang Yang's hand.
The warm, wrinkled piece of lingerie, gripped in Fang Yang's hand.
Fang Yang remained expressionless, but his heart sank.
