C38 Destined

Zheng Qingluo had no way to avoid those small glances. She could only sigh in her heart and walk closer. "It'll hurt a bit. Princess, please endure it."

Seeing that the princess had nodded, Zheng Qingluo continued to let Mo Ju wash her. At the beginning, she only gently rinsed the wound, but after the dust and blood on the surface was gone, she told Mo Ju to push harder