Bab 194: Broken Sleeve Habit

"You're not changing your pants?" Feng Jiu asked with an eyebrow lifted.

Hearing those words and then seeing that pair of shining eyes staring lasciviously at him, the Hell's Lord's face darkened and he said: "Just the shirt will do."

"Oh." Feng Jiu exclaimed a little ruefully as her gaze glanced at the pants string briefly. [Just so close… So close…..]

Seeing that expression on her face, the Hell's Lord's mouth twitched, unable to make himself look at her any further and he turned his eyes away to look in another direction.

After changing out of his blood stained shirt, the Hell's Lord finally laid back to rest and then ordered: "You go sleep in the outer room and I'll call for you if I need anything."

Feng Jiu glanced at him and asked: "You are not removing your mask?"

[This person seemed to have always worn his mask, even when he sleeps like he does not want her to be able to recognize him. Could it be that he was someone she knew?]