Dragon King Palace: Urban Affluent Son-in-Law-Chapter 1066: Consolation

The reason Jiang Feng came to Feng Yueji’s house late at night was, of course, to find clean clothes to change into.

Before at the airport, he didn’t intentionally protect himself, and even if he had, after slaughtering over a hundred strong men, it was unrealistic to expect not to have any bloodstains on him.

Covered in blood, he naturally couldn’t return to the mansion, nor could he go to a pond in the suburbs to wash as he did last time; the only place that came to mind was Feng Yueji’s.

"None of it is my blood, I— Is it convenient for me to come in now?" Jiang Feng consciously shifted his gaze away from Feng Yueji’s shimmering body and asked.

"Of course!"

Feng Yueji hurriedly stepped aside to let Jiang Feng in.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath and walked into the living room, while Feng Yueji closed the door behind them.

"Master, what exactly happened earlier? How did you end up like this? Who did you fight with?"

Feng Yueji asked anxiously.

The more she looked, the more horrifying it seemed. Jiang Feng was covered in blood from head to toe, like a bloody man!

Fortunately, she was also a martial artist; an average woman would have fainted from fright!

"I dealt with a bunch of people seeking death. I had nowhere to go, so I thought to come here to take a bath. Could you find me some men’s clothes?" Jiang Feng said concisely.

"I don’t have any men’s clothes here. No other men come to my house except you... How about you take off your clothes, and I’ll wash and dry them for you!" Feng Yueji offered thoughtfully.

At this moment, her gaze was filled with charm, gentleness, and tenderness...

It turned out that when Jiang Feng genuinely had nowhere else to go, he would still think of her, which brought a touch of comfort to her empty heart.

"Alright, but you—better finish getting dressed first." Jiang Feng touched his nose, speaking with some embarrassment.

"Ah..."

Only then did Feng Yueji realize that she had rushed out without finishing putting on her nightwear, and her face instantly flushed again!

She hurriedly used her nearly transparent hands to finish putting on her bra, but the half-cup design couldn’t hide her proud figure, threatening to spill over with an eager sensation.

Jiang Feng couldn’t bear to look directly; he probably had been too stimulated lately, and his composure was declining, making him increasingly susceptible to beauties. Even in front of his disciple, a fire could ignite in his chest.

He immediately shifted his gaze again, pretending to ignore.

Feng Yueji was also extremely embarrassed; she inadvertently glanced at Jiang Feng and quickly walked over to the sofa with her long legs, using her hand to hook up a cute white pair of panties, slipping them up from her delicate feet, sexy calves, full thighs, and round hips.

The smooth, long lines of her snow-white thighs under her rounded hips were delicate, flawless, and smooth as silk, resembling artwork crafted by the most seasoned sculptor.

Jiang Feng was also speechless, realizing that she hadn’t been wearing panties...

After a rustling sound, Feng Yueji finally put on all her clothes inside and out. She sat quietly for a moment before bravely breaking the silence: "Master, I’m sorry for losing my composure..."

Luckily, she had already defined herself internally as Jiang Feng’s woman, so she didn’t mind him seeing her.

Otherwise, if another man saw her running around in that state, she’d kill him for sure!

Jiang Feng took a deep breath and turned his head again.

He saw that just by wearing her nightwear, Feng Yueji looked radiant and stunning.

Her appearance and aura were comparable to a Demoness, equally immortal and alluring enough to overthrow kingdoms!

"It’s alright."

Jiang Feng pretended to be calm: "I’ll go take a bath now."

"Okay."

Feng Yueji kindly led Jiang Feng to the bathroom and opened the door for him, and Jiang Feng went in without further ado.

Yet, upon entering, Jiang Feng realized he had been careless.

The bathroom was clean, but Feng Yueji’s personal clothes from before her bath were still hanging there!

Including a pair of black silk stockings...

Feng Yueji hadn’t expected him to come tonight, so she left these things hanging there without any precaution.

With a complicated mood, Jiang Feng could only take off his bloodstained clothes and thoroughly wash, adjusting the water temperature to the lowest to regain composure.

Just then, Feng Yueji softly knocked on the bathroom door, half-smiling: "Master, pass me your clothes, otherwise how can I help you wash them?"

"Oh." Jiang Feng opened a sliver of the door and tossed the dirty clothes out.

Outside, Feng Yueji’s eyes were gentle like a flowing stream, staring at him with a kind of indescribable happiness.

...

After a long while, Jiang Feng finished his bath, his mood mostly settled, wrapped a towel around himself, and walked out of the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Feng Yueji had put Jiang Feng’s clothes in the washing machine, waiting patiently on the sofa.

Seeing Jiang Feng come out, the blush on her cheeks never faded: "Master, done with your bath?"

"Mm."

Jiang Feng still dared not look directly at his unbelievably beautiful disciple, choosing to sit on the opposite side of the sofa from Feng Yueji.

Yet Feng Yueji proactively extended her snow-white feet, sitting beside Jiang Feng, whispering: "Master, can you tell me now what happened tonight? I saw the blood on your clothes and felt you hadn’t experienced an ordinary battle."

Her fragrant mouth slightly opened, making Jiang Feng feel like a poison invading his body and mind, greatly eroding his will!

"Alright, you’re not an outsider."

Jiang Feng, seeking some excuse to distract himself, decided to recount the story of his conflicts with Hundred Knowledge Hall and Tianji Pavilion, and everything that happened tonight, to Feng Yueji.

Upon hearing it, Feng Yueji was equally shocked, amazed at Jiang Feng’s extraordinary skills!

"Master, that’s amazing! You... killed over a hundred at the airport?"

"Among them are those I can only dream of rivaling..."

"To me, they’re nothing; they brought it on themselves," Jiang Feng’s voice remained calm, undisturbed.

Feng Yueji was deeply impressed, though they hadn’t been together for days; Jiang Feng was as domineering as ever, unmatched!

At this moment, driven by a sudden impulse, she knelt on one knee, placing her delicate hand on Jiang Feng’s neck, speaking with infatuation and embarrassment: "Master, forgive me for being unaware and not helping you before! You’ve gone through so much danger and hardship; now let me give you a massage so you can relax a bit?"