To be honest, Wusha was indeed thirsty. With a defying-heaven constitution like hers, even if she drank tea and ate meat all day long, her stomach could easily hold it all—it was just a matter of making a few more trips to the outhouse.
Li Lanhao's hanging heart finally dropped. Wusha sat on the stone stool with her legs crossed, and Li Lanhao patiently poured her tea. There was no helping it; with her strength out in the open, he had no choice but to submit.
After a whole afternoon of attentive care, the Blood Demon Empress was feeling quite pleased with herself. To her, Li Lanhao was the only person she had ever met who dared to resist her. The more it was like this, the more exhilarating she found it to manipulate this rebellious kid. Besides, keeping Li Lanhao under her thumb was also a form of revenge.
Chapter 95