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"Yes, I'm satisfied!"
Without thinking much, the words had already slipped out of Le Yao Yao's mouth.
After saying this, Le Yao Yao suddenly became aware of her surroundings. She lifted her beautiful eyes and found herself staring into a pair of deep, dark eyes that resembled cold stars.
The man's gaze had unknowingly settled on her. His originally icy black eyes now held a hint of amusement and mockery, clearly having taken in her earlier expression in vivid detail.
At this sight, Le Yao Yao felt as if she had been struck by lightning, completely freezing in place.
Oh my goodness, how embarrassing!
Was she a lovesick fool!?
How could she be so dazed just by seeing a handsome guy? And now she had been caught in the act! She felt as if she had lost all dignity.
The more she thought about it, the more she wished she could find a crack in the ground to hide in.
Her delicate little face was so red it looked like it might bleed, resembling a ripe red apple. Leng Junyu's cold eyes flickered with light as he glanced at her, yet his expression remained calm and unruffled.
However, the hostility around him had noticeably diminished.
If one looked closely, they would see the corners of Leng Junyu's thin lips curve slightly upward.
That smile was beautiful.
But it vanished quickly, like a fleeting flower that bloomed for just a moment, too fast for anyone to notice.
Clearly, Le Yao Yao, who was caught in an awkward situation, did not perceive this at all.
Perhaps it was due to her overwhelming embarrassment that she found her hands and feet unresponsive.
With a sharp intake of breath, Leng Junyu's thin robe met its unfortunate fate at the hands of Le Yao Yao.
"Uh..."
Seeing this, Le Yao Yao froze for a moment, then quickly looked up at the man before her. She found him raising an eyebrow and casting a sidelong glance in her direction, causing her scalp to tingle. She could only stammer out, "I-I’m sorry! I’ll fix this robe right away!"
"Fix?"
At Le Yao Yao's words, a twitch appeared at the corner of Leng Junyu's mouth.
His eyes flickered for a moment before locking onto the small eunuch who barely reached his chest.
From the moment he entered, he had been carefully observing the eunuch's every move.
The fear was evident on his face, unmistakably displayed without any attempt to hide it.
Moreover, he was truly foolish. It took quite some time just to help him change clothes, and he had even clumsily torn his robe.
And as if that wasn't enough, he had the audacity to say he would mend it.
How could a prince of the Celestial Yuan Dynasty, second only to none, with wealth and power, possibly care about a mere piece of clothing!?
If he were to step outside wearing a patched robe and someone found out, wouldn’t they laugh their heads off?
Thinking of this, Leng Junyu was about to say something, but was interrupted by Le Yao Yao.
Le Yao Yao, fearing that Leng Junyu would not believe her, displayed a look of determination on her face.
"Your Highness, rest assured, I will definitely mend this garment!" Le Yao Yao said firmly, holding the torn garment in her hands.
After all, just by looking at the fabric, it was clear that it was made from the finest silk. The material felt smooth and soft to the touch, indicating its considerable value.
Now, she was just a penniless eunuch; if this man demanded compensation for the clothing, she wouldn't even be able to afford it by selling her blood!
The more she thought about it, the more pitiful she felt.
She never expected that one day she would reach a point where she couldn't even afford to replace a piece of clothing...
In contrast to Le Yao Yao's sorrowful thoughts, Leng Junyu observed her determined expression and merely moved his lips without saying anything, as if silently accepting her words.
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