Yu Wanwan hurriedly said, "Feihan is fine. He's been taking care of me all this time."

"So, it's a good opportunity for Mo Zhou to test Fei Han's strength."

After snuggling in Bai Jing's arms for a while, the fighting outside had stopped at some point. Mo Zhou swam in from outside, his snake head held high, his snake face showing obvious pride.

On the contrary, Fei Han's condition was not so good. He was already injured, and now his face was covered in red welts, with blood trickling from his lips. His handsome face looked disheveled, and coupled with his slender and graceful figure, he looked pitiful.

Yu Wanwan quickly jumped off Bai Jing, ran past Mo Zhou to Fei Han's side, and checked her over with concern: "How did you get so badly injured? Are you in pain?"

Mo Zhou snorted: "It's normal for male beasts to get injured, they're not that delicate!"

Yu Wanwan glanced at Mo Zhou disapprovingly, then carefully helped Fei Han to sit down on a stone bench: "He's injured. Even if you want to spar, you can't go this far."

“I’m injured too, I’m wounded too. Wanwan, look at my injuries.” As he spoke, Mo Zhou stretched his snake tail in front of Yu Wanwan, revealing a hole in his tail, about the size of half a little fingernail, where a scale had fallen off.

Looking at the almost non-existent injury, Yu Wanwan chuckled, pushed away the snake tail that was almost touching her eyes, and said to Mo Zhou, "Alright, alright, go and get some herbs."

Mo Zhou crossed his arms and sat down to one side, saying haughtily, "I don't want to."

Yu Wanwan clicked her tongue and pushed him with her hand: "Hurry up, I'll help you apply the medicine later."

Hearing that Yu Wanwan would personally apply the medicine for him, Mo Zhou's mood immediately improved. Although he was still sulking on the surface, his body betrayed him as he swam back to the room, found the herbs, and handed them to Yu Wanwan.