My Wife is a Psychic

292 What’s Wrong With Wearing a Bra

In the distant west, in the saintess’ palace… After the saintess ate a few worms in disgust, her eyebrows were almost twisted together.

“Are the clothes I drew done? Let me try it.” The saintess’ eyes lit up when she saw the maid. She reached out and took the clothes from the tray.

The maidservant’s expression was strange, and her expression was somewhat conflicted. “Saintess, you are the role model of us women. You must dress appropriately, be generous and elegant, and be holy and pure. You…” The maidservant saw the saintess draw two round pieces of cloth, which were connected by a thread in the middle that had to be worn on her chest. Although she did not know what they were… She felt really shy. The maid’s face was red.

The saintess looked at the maid. “You can be generous and elegant. After all, people can’t tell whether you’re wearing it or not.”

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The maid with small breasts burst into tears.

“Even Superman’s underwear can be worn on the outside. What’s wrong with me wearing a bra in ancient times?” The saintess frowned, somewhat unhappy. However, she quickly threw this bit of unhappiness to the back of her mind and happily ran into the hall to change into her underwear. If a man saw this scene, he would probably have a nosebleed.

“Achoo!” The imperial preceptor, who was far away in another country, suddenly sneezed!

The imperial preceptor smiled gently, and his silver-white hair shimmered. “The saintess must have missed me. How could such a reserved woman like her miss me? It seems like my effort to save her was not in vain. ” The imperial preceptor’s eyes were full of smiles and gentleness. He had grown up with the saintess, but the saintess had a pure and holy heart. She had no feelings for anyone, only the righteousness of the country. He was willing to wait behind her, even if he had to use thirty years of his life to exchange for a chance for her to live. Thinking that the saintess would be as cheerful and lively as before, he was satisfied.

At this moment, the holy saintess in the imperial preceptor’s heart was walking barefoot to Zhao Ruifeng’s room in a set of hot and revealing clothes. There was a bell on her fair ankle, and it made a clear sound as she walked. However, for some reason, she walked like a man.

“”That’s weird, why do I feel like I’m missing something? What is it? Nose, eyes, mouth, chest, hands and feet … Everything that should be there was there. Tsk, tsk. It was really strange. What’s missing? It seems to be something very important…” As the saintess walked, she felt a gust of wind between her legs, as if she was missing something. However, her mind was muddled, and she could not remember. She touched her white and tender chest, but the more she touched it, the more she felt that something was wrong. Nonetheless, she did not think much about it and came to Zhao Ruifeng’s door.

Zhao Ruifeng did not like maids. On the first day, the saintess sent a beautiful maid to serve Zhao Ruifeng, but Zhao Ruifeng shaved her hair and eyebrows and threw her out, saying, “Get out of my house. Don’t dirty my eyes.” After making the maid cry on the spot, no one else dared to come. Zhao Ruifeng was trapped in the room, doing everything by himself, determined to keep his chastity for his wife.

The saintess pushed the door open with some force. Zhao Ruifeng was taking a bath in his room.

“Young Master Zhao, let me show you something nice. I dare to say that you’ve never seen someone as beautiful as me in your life…” The saintess did not know why, but she hesitated when she said this. She touched her chest. Yes, she was a woman!

Zhao Ruifeng did not even turn his head. He just closed his eyes and sat in the bathtub to heal his injuries, revealing his chest full of scars.

“You… You’d better forget about your wife. Your wife can’t compare to me at all. If you don’t believe me. you can ask her to come over and compare with me. Look at me…” The saintess stuck out her chest, perked up her hips, and flicked her hair. However, her hair was entangled by the ornaments at the door.

The saintess’ expression froze. She exerted more force and with a swish, her hair was cut from the middle, leaving a some hair on the ground.

The saintess’ eyes widened in shock, and her face was filled with confusion. Why did the image of her hair fluttering in the wind that she had imagined disappear?

The saintess awkwardly hid her hair behind her back and quickly walked to Zhao Ruifeng’s bathtub. The water was clear, and the person in the water could be seen at a glance. Zhao Ruifeng’s stomach did not have any fat at all. A drop of red blood flowed down from the saintess’ nose and dripped into the bath barrel.

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