Among them, many women looked anxiously at the fairy "Luo Xiu."
However, the girl, who was floating with celestial aura and supremely clean beauty, did not glance at them.
Today, for some unknown reason, Luo Xiu's pristine forehead was dabbed with a bit of goose-yellow, seemingly to cover up color differences after washing something off. Her eyebrow makeup was smudged, covering some of the forehead paint, with strands of hair drifting down beside her temples.
The entire arrangement of her Flying Immortal hairdo was casual and lazy.
In this moment, she was serene and quietly elegant, her right hand lifting the sleeve of her left, holding a morsel of food up to Zhao Rong's lips and quietly feeding him.
She acted dutifully, seemingly indifferent to the fact that the man she tenderly served and had to groom tomorrow morning could be a lecherous devil who might humiliate her in public at any instant, just like slapping Fairy Su's buttocks.
Xue Can sighed inwardly.
