An immoral cult
Qie Xieling no longer thought of what would happen tomorrow. Rather he focused on King Luo's breathing. As though under a hypnotic spell, he slowly drifted off to sleep. One dragon and sorcerer slept peacefully.
When Qie Xieling woke up early morning, he touched his chest and found that the warmth that was there last night was gone. As he sat up, he almost thought he had hallucinated it. Looking at the haughty attitude of the little dragon, this notion was even more solidified.
While the four of them were walking down the alley, Qie Xieling saw a shop selling dresses. He immediately took a detour and entered the store against Yunning's protest.
He grabbed two more dresses. He was sort of tired of wearing the same dress. He could wear his own clothes, but that would be pointless.
Qie Xieling changed into an off shoulder-green corset dress, and from the look on his face, he seemed to be enjoying this.