"Miss Chu, what are you doing? Please, stand up first."
Chu Lian'er opened her eyes, her somewhat immature face still bore traces of tears, and she looked at Fang Yang with wide eyes filled with a hint of perplexity as if not quite clear on what the Demon Lord actually wanted to do.
Why hadn't he pounced on her like a starved tiger, just as she had imagined, but instead asked her to stand?
However, although she was somewhat puzzled and completely baffled,
she now had no other choice but to comply obediently with the Demon Lord, daring not to show any defiance, obediently climbing up from the bed.
She wore only a thin undergarment, shyly bowing her head, her body trembling slightly.
Then, she saw the Demon Lord move to the dressing table, giving her a smile and lightly tapping the table.
"Sit here, facing me. There's no need to be so tense,"
