Chapter 261: Then Tell Me, What Color is My Underwear!

The Saintess’s clear dragon eyes blinked, Yan Ruyu was in a trance, standing still for a long time without any reaction.

Upon careful thought, He Ange’s words made sense.

If he really wanted to take advantage of her, he could have done whatever he wanted while she was unconscious. There would be no need for all this now.

But…

Just because Ye Qingchuan couldn’t be trusted didn’t mean He Ange could be trusted either.

Was it possible they were both scoundrels?

But…

He Ange had truly saved her. Aside from the Phoenix Mark, he hadn’t done anything else improper to her.

With these thoughts, Yan Ruyu frowned and asked uneasily, “If you say the Phoenix Mark is for healing, and now that I’m better, please remove it from me…”

Staring into He Ange’s eyes, the White Dragon Saintess was resolute.

Although she could avoid suspecting He Ange’s intentions, as a Heavenly God Realm Saintess of the White Dragon Clan, Yan Ruyu was not stupid. Having such a strange mark on her body was not normal.

Moreover, the mark was on her lower abdomen, making it even more suspicious and suggestive.

Since He Ange wanted her trust, she could use this as a reason to ask him to remove the mark.

If he refused, it would mean the mark was suspicious, and she shouldn’t trust him.

“Of course, if you really don’t want it,” He Ange replied without hesitation, his tone casual.

Yan Ruyu stared at him but couldn’t find any flaw.

“Hey, stop daydreaming while looking at my face. Do you want the mark removed or not?” He Ange raised an eyebrow, snapping her out of her trance.

“Yes, of course…” the White Dragon girl answered instinctively, then blushed and bit her lip. “And who’s daydreaming about your face? There are many more handsome dragons in our clan than you!”

“Yes, yes, I’m a lowly human who should be kneeling to serve you, a little dragoness…” He Ange smoothly transitioned to a racial slur.

Yan Ruyu was rendered speechless by his shameless remarks. Every conversation with him made her heart race and blood pressure soar.

I really want to punch him!

But she couldn’t, as she still needed him to remove the Phoenix Mark and owed him her life.

She stared at He Ange, puffing her cheeks like a chipmunk, her expression a mix of resentment and cuteness.

He Ange sighed, “Enough with the banter. Do you want the mark removed or not?”

“Come here, and I’ll help you.”

He gestured for her to come closer.

Reluctantly, Yan Ruyu stood before him, with He Ange sitting down, his gaze level with her lower abdomen.

Being stared at made Yan Ruyu feel hot and her cheeks flushed. She noticed the Phoenix Mark on her abdomen was glowing brighter and warmer.

“This is so embarrassing…” She thought, feeling her pride as a noble dragoness was being compromised.

“You, how much longer will you stare? Get rid of the mark!” she said awkwardly.

He Ange still didn’t move.

“You’re blocking with your hand. How can I remove it?”

“Ugh…”

Reluctantly, Yan Ruyu moved her hands aside, exposing the glowing mark again.

“Like this?”

“Not yet. Lift your dress—”

“You lecher!” Yan Ruyu blushed, raising her hand to slap him again, but He Ange anticipated it and caught her wrist.

“Your dress is made of special material with strong defensive properties. If you don’t lift it, I can’t access the mark to remove it,” He Ange explained calmly.

“Then why did you put the mark there in the first place?” Yan Ruyu caught the inconsistency. “Wait, that means you lifted my dress to apply the mark, didn’t you? You lecher!”

Thinking about her underwear, Yan Ruyu blushed even more, raising her other hand to slap him, but He Ange caught that one too.

“Don’t worry, I had my eyes closed when I treated you,” He Ange lied without batting an eye.

“Then tell me, what color is my underwear?”

“Pink…”

“You—! You did see it!”

If her hands weren’t restrained, Yan Ruyu would have bitten him in her rage.

He Ange sighed, realizing he was caught. “Saintess, stop being unreasonable. A life was at stake, why care about outdated customs? It’s just a piece of cloth. What does its color matter to us?”

“How can you be so calm about this?” Yan Ruyu was baffled by his composure.

It made her feel like a conservative, fussing over trivialities.

But her mother had told her that underwear was one of the most precious garments for a woman, like a fox’s tail, not to be touched by men casually.

Why did he make it seem insignificant?

And he was the one who had overstepped, yet he made it seem like she was being unreasonable?

“Enough, Saintess. I’m not your man and have no obligation to care about your feelings or make you happy. You don’t like the Phoenix Mark, and I don’t care to keep it on you. Many women would love to have such a mark, but I haven’t had the chance to give it to them yet.”

“Stop dawdling. My wife is waiting for me at the Fox Clan border. Lift your dress and give me back the mark.”

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