Chapter 1116 Ladies Talk
Back in the village
Rosalie stayed on the bed, hiding under the blanket as she stared at the ceiling. She lost her virginity last night, and she still could not believe what she had gone through. It hurt at first, but the pain gradually disappeared as a new sensation went through all over her body. It was weird because this was the first time to feel like that in her entire life.
Then the memory of last night started to resurface in her head, and she immediately covered her face with the blanket from embarrassment. When she was still a spirit, she cursed most of the women who slept with Tang Shaoyang. The reason was that they made an indecent faces and moaned lewdly to the point of being disturbing.
"Did I make the same face and voice?" Rosalie asked herself as realization struck her. She recalled the hot night and did not remember. She did not remember what kind of expression or voice she made last night. It was blurry as the only thing she remembered was the pleasure and exhilaration of making out. That left her conflicted and also guilty for whatever she ever said to the other women.
'This is how he feels when he is conflicted about something?' She wondered, still on the bed, too lazy to wake up. 'Will I feel the same if I do it with other men?' Her thoughts wandered, but she immediately shook away the thoughts. She felt like this was something that only Tang Shaoyang had, making him special on the bed. She thought so because of the former Elven Queen. The fact that the Elven Queen betrayed her husband was proof that her husband did not feel the same.
Her mind wandered, thinking of useless stuff. The former Empress would never expect to have such a thought one day. The door suddenly flung open as a figure entered the room, "What's the pervert Empress doing on the bed this late?"
Rosalie was shocked, not expecting the uninvited guest to barge into the room. She was relieved when he found Zowen, who entered the room, relaxing her body.
"If you wondered if you make the same noise as the other women, the answer is obviously yes. You are no different than them." Zowen grinned ear to ear, but her expression drastically changed into the frustrated one, "And thanks to you that I barely got any sleep. I need to ask the villager for another room for tonight if we don't leave this place anytime soon."
Rosalie's cheeks turned even redder when Zowen mentioned the noise part. She hid from Zowen because she was too embarrassed. Both often gossiped about how slutty Tang Shaoyang's women were, and now she was part of those slutty women to make the same noise.
"You go out first. I will follow you after dressing up." The Flame Empress chased Zowen away, too embarrassed to show her face.
"Yes, My Empress," Zowen went out.
During her day as a spirit, she often gossiped about having sex with the other girls. They often watched when Tang Shaoyang forgot to cut the connection with the Spirit World and often badmouthed the girl. Now her position switched. She had become the girl that slept with Tang Shaoyang, and she did not doubt that the other female spirits would badmouth her back in Spirit World.
When she got out of the room, she put on a mask of calmness as if the conversation never happened. Zowen just shrugged and did not tease Rosalie further, "Let's have breakfast before we decide what we want to do today."
The villager treated them like they were royalty, putting them on the same table as the ash-pink girl for breakfast. Lulu ignored the food mostly, secretly glancing at Rosalie and Zowen, who did not care about her presence. She did not see them when Tang Shaoyang went with them into the city, wondering where they came from. The blue-haired woman was Ancient Rank, and the red-haired woman was Myth Rank. Each time she looked at Rosalie, she could not help but compare herself with the red-haired woman's appearance. She had to admit that the red-haired girl was much prettier than her.
"It seems staring at us makes you full, lass?" Zowen raised her head after finishing her plate. Her eyes were on her plate that remained untouched.
Lulu snapped out of her daze and turned toward Zowen, "I am not hungry, don't have any appetite when you don't know what will happen to you."
Zowen nodded three times, extending her hand toward her plate, "Then may I have this?"
Lulu nodded, and the plate was snatched up very quickly. It was awkward that no one spoke afterward, and Lulu decided to ask, "Where's Sir Tang?"
Zowen shrugged, "He's going to finish his business. Also, there's no need to worry; nothing will happen to you, thanks to us. He won't touch when he has her."
Lulu subconsciously glanced toward the red-haired lady. It was a relief knowing that but also a sting to her pride as a woman. Mostly she was relieved she did not need to serve that man.
"But you better speak to your family if you want to return to your home. He wants to be compensated for keeping you and your brother alive." Rosalie added her words, "He may have the patience to keep yours and your brother's life right now, but I am not sure it will keep that way for long. You can speak to your family with the Communication System."
Lulu furrowed her brow, not doubting them but because she believed them. The problem was that the demand was just impossible to fulfill. A dragon in exchange for her brother and her life. She did not think her family would agree to the exchange.
The hostage girl let out a sigh, "I don't think my family will agree with the demand. They would rather give up on me and my half-brother than give Sir Tang a dragon, even if it's a young dragon. Can you persuade him to change the demand?"
Zowen cast a pitiful look at the hostage girl and shook her head, "Your brother pissed him off so bad, so he would not be satisfied unless your family lost something precious. That's why he requests a dragon instead of anything else since your brother wants his dragon."
Rosalie was the one who let out a sigh this time, "If your family does not want to give the dragon, then I am pretty sure your brother will come to save you, right?"
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