"Third Prince, as long as you agree to put on this skirt, I won't tell Heavenly King Li about these things."
The Weaver Girl used her persuasive powers, but Nezha's heart was in turmoil.
After a while, not wanting to be exposed, and with his fondness for the little skirt overcoming his dignity, he finally capitulated.
"Fine, I'll wear it!"
Nezha, with a face full of indignation, picked up the skirt from the box. The Weaver Girl pointed to the room, indicating for Nezha to go inside and change.
Nezha snorted dismissively, intending to vent his displeasure, but to the Weaver Girl, his reaction seemed somewhat coy.
A valiant warrior goes but never returns!
Nezha stepped inside.
The Weaver Girl, resting her chin on her hands and looking at the screen that blocked her view, had a tinge of anticipation in her eyes. This little skirt was tailor-made for the Third Prince.
