Li Lanhao genuinely worried about the queen. Naturally peerless and stunningly beautiful as she was, why did this great queen have to dislike being clean? Wouldn't it be wonderful to be sweet and tender instead?
That said, Wusha's heart was pounding. During her thousands-of-miles journey across the desert, she had only ever soaked her feet once, deep underground. Here, the mountains were lush, the rivers clear to the bottom, and Wusha truly longed to go down and take a proper bath.
Yet? Wusha's feet were simply too foul. Anyone with exceptionally weak resistance—or a severe case of germaphobia—upon catching a whiff of her stinky little feet would, if not be killed by the stench, certainly faint away from it.
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