Chapter 91: The Memory Is Too Good

He currently cannot use his abilities; whether the former warriors will remain as loyal as before is uncertain, and although Lin Manzhi seems to act quite trusting toward Hua Zheng, she cannot be unguarded.

After all, before he was single and could abandon everything, but now he has a Little Female, a sort of reverse scale on the serpent clan's neck that he doesn't want anyone to touch.

Mo Lie thought calmly.

In the corner, Hua Zheng was delighted to have passed his master's assessment and was about to speak about how he managed and ruled the Iron Claw Gang to showcase his abilities, when the other waved his hand at him.

Hua Zheng shut his mouth, and even though he hadn't finished speaking, he kept his posture upright, facing Mo Lie.

Mo Lie's eyes were faintly cold: "You rest in this courtyard; any matters can be discussed tomorrow."

Hua Zheng nodded.

Oops, they forgot it's deep night; they usually act at night, but to accommodate the females who are active during the day because they can't see at night, the beasts have abandoned their own habits and now follow the females' schedule.

Especially those with families; Mo Lie also has a Wife Master.

Feeling guilty for disturbing his master's night life, Hua Zheng hurried a few steps forward to open the room, turned and said, "Please, please, I'll wait for your summons tomorrow."

Mo Lie stepped into the night and returned to his own house, looking at Lin Manzhi on the bed.

The Little Female still lay on her back, breathing evenly; her black long hair was scattered over the slightly raised pillow, highlighting her skin, which shone like fresh snow, and her whole face was as delicate as a deity in a sleeping painting.

Mo Lie's icy guard in his eyes faded without his noticing.

He sat on the bedside, leaned slightly toward Lin Manzhi, lifted a strand of her black hair with his fingertips to toy with it, then gently lay back down so as not to wake her.

Although they shared a bed, it was built huge for a beast's size, each covered by a separate blanket, leaving space in the middle.

Mo Lie used to like the distance between them, but now he felt a bit dissatisfied.

Mo Lie turned his body, gave Lin Manzhi a deep look, and ultimately did not embrace her, fearing he would frighten the easily shy Little Female.

……

Morning light gradually poured in from the hall, the remaining rays fell on the stairs, passed through tiny holes left in the first‑floor floor, and landed on the lower level floor, flickering like drifting fragments of stars.

Lin Manzhi slowly opened her eyes; before her was a dim daylight, like the light at five or six in the morning before the sun rose.

She couldn't tell the time, and thinking of her morning appointment with Xi Tao to dig Sand-tail Grass Stalk kept her from falling back asleep.

The bed was placed against a wall; she slept inside, Mo Lie slept outside, and each morning she had to be careful not to startle Mo Lie when getting up.

Lin Manzhi's eyes were a bit hazy as she looked toward Mo Lie outside the bed.

She saw him lying on his side, his hand supporting his head, looking at her; his features were deep and handsome, his thin lips slightly curved, and she didn't know how long he had been watching her.

Lin Manzhi's eyes were dazzled by the handsome man's appearance; her heart fluttered as she lifted her hand, shielding her eyes with the back of it, and said in a soft, mellow voice, "Is it already late...?"

"Not late," Mo Lie withdrew his gaze from Lin Manzhi and stepped down from the side of the bed.

Lin Manzhi moved her hand away.

Seeing Mo Lie already standing at the bedside arranging the blanket, she quickly sat up, folded her blanket, deftly climbed down, put on leather sandals, and went to the small leather‑lined space in the room to change clothes.

Lin Manzhi entered and saw the fresh new outfit that Mo Lie had hung on a rope; while taking off her nightclothes to put on the new clothes, she called out loudly, "Is there any knocking outside? Did you hear whether Xi Tao has come looking for me?"

Mo Lie, carrying the clothes he was changing into, entered, stopped at the spot separated by a layer of leather, and replied, "Xi Tao hasn't arrived yet; Hua Zheng has come."

Flower Leopard?

Lin Manzhi quickened her dressing, draping the wide robe over her shoulders, pulling the skirt's waistband strap, lifting the leather as she stepped out, her eyes slightly widened with happiness as she looked up at Mo Lie.

She said, "Flower Leopard has arrived; does that mean we can follow him to Kuangsha City!"

Mo Lie: "... You finish dressing first."

The Little Female's half‑draped robe revealed half of her jade‑like shoulder and arm; the long skirt, not yet properly fastened, hung lower than before, its waistline dazzlingly white, forming an alluring curve.

Lin Manzhi lifted the skirt with both hands, lowered her head to adjust its length, and said, "It's fine, we're not outside; it's just an ultra‑short strap with a low‑waist skirt!"

Mo Lie stepped closer to Lin Manzhi: "Let me help you."

Lin Manzhi: "..."

Mo Lie's face remained expressionless; he extended his hand, took the straps that Lin Manzhi was holding with both hands, and said seriously, "Zhi Zhi, you tied this wrong."

Lin Manzhi lowered her head, looked at the crossed straps at her waist, silently released her grip, and watched Mo Lie untie the incorrectly tied belt.

His hands never touched her skin; his long, pale fingers were very dexterous, threading the long skirt belt through the waist, tightening it, tying a bow, and letting it hang on the side of the skirt.

Since there was no contact, Lin Manzhi blinked lightly, subconsciously relaxed her body and stood obediently in place, waiting for Mo Lie to adjust her skirt.

The Little Female's slender waist could be grasped by Mo Lie's hands, a test of composure even more demanding than dealing with other females in heat; Mo Lie's outward expression grew increasingly cold.

He casually withdrew his hand, saying, "All right."

Lin Manzhi reached out to fiddle with the belt, pursing her slightly reddened lips.

Although the long skirt was her own design, Mo Lie remembered it better than she did and tied it even better.

Here the female's long skirt was a single‑piece garment; Lin Manzhi didn't make her own clothes, and when she had it custom‑made at a shop in Kuangsha City, she did so to receive it quickly, without creating an entirely new outfit.

Instead, on the original long skirt she altered the waist straps at both ends, modeling after a modern‑adapted ancient half‑skirt from memory, adding two extra holes at the waist so the belt could thread through the skirt's holes and be fastened.

Thus the skirt became more secure and wouldn't slip down.

Mo Lie had only seen her try on the clothes before, and hadn't expected her memory to be so good to retain it.

Lin Manzhi rarely makes mistakes, but thinking of the impending windfall of millions of Beast Coins had excited her, causing her to tie the belt incorrectly...

She only had her parents dress her when she was a child; from kindergarten to now, Mo Lie was still the first adult man to help her dress.

Thinking of this, Lin Manzhi's heart involuntarily fluttered a little.

She walked around Mo Lie toward the outside: "You hurry and change your clothes; I'm going upstairs to freshen up. Later, call Hua Zheng over for a meal."