Inside Mu Ange's bedroom, candlelight flickered, and wisps of smoke rose from the incense burner.

"Could you please help me apply the medicine?"

Mu Ange, half-naked from the waist up, glanced at her sideways, his dark eyes seemingly filled with stars.

An Ning was stunned for a moment; she seemed to have never seen Mu Ange be so polite before.

"Oh, okay, is this the bottle?"

Anning said, holding the hemostatic powder on the tray.

Mu Ange nodded.

His bronze back was covered with scars from the last time he was extracting the medicinal ingredients, and now new wounds had appeared, making him look even more ferocious.

An Ning bit her lower lip lightly: He actually suffered so many injuries for her sake.

"hiss."

Mu Ange suddenly cried out in pain, her beautiful brows furrowing, a hint of reproach in her phoenix eyes. She reached out and tugged at An Ning's sleeve, speaking softly:

"Be gentle, it hurts."

His slender fingertips traced across An Ning's fair hand before finally gripping her sleeve tightly. A bright and handsome face appeared before him, his clear eyes carrying a hint of pitifulness.

An Ning bit her lip hard, and her ears turned red involuntarily.

"I bet you won't be unmoved by my seduction!"

Immediately afterwards, Mu Ange's rather arrogant voice echoed in my mind.

An Ning replied helplessly: Yes, I almost couldn't resist your charm.

To be honest, for a moment just now, she really felt a strange flutter in her heart, but even now, she herself still doesn't understand what kind of feelings she has for Mu Ange. Is it gratitude, being moved, or lust at first sight?

I thought that Anning would be gentler when applying the medicine after I used my beauty to seduce her, but I didn't expect that the little girl wouldn't fall for it at all.

Mu Ange couldn't help but start to doubt himself: Has my handsome face lost its allure?

An Ning forced a smile and glanced at him sideways, only to see him pinching his own face with one hand, looking distressed.

'I really want to pinch it too.'

Watching his slender fingers casually caress her handsome face, An Ning felt an intense itch in her heart. She really wanted to pinch it herself and feel what it felt like.

As Mu Ange kneaded, he wondered: Still firm, still handsome, what's going on?

Thinking about it, he actually took off his shirt up to his waist, revealing his muscular chest, eye-catching abs, and the faint outline of his V-line, all exposed without any cover.

An Ning gasped, feeling her mouth water. An unnamed heat surged into her brain, making her dizzy and lightheaded.

She steeled herself, looked away, and continued applying the medicine with peace of mind.

Mu Ange was completely dumbfounded: There's still no reaction? They've gone to such extremes and still no reaction?

This was the most shameless seduction he'd ever made, and the girl on the other end actually dared to remain unmoved!

An Ning found his drooping head, which looked dejected, strangely endearing.

"alright."

The medicine powder had been applied, and Anning helped him get dressed again.

During this time, Mu Ange stared at An Ning's face, constantly questioning herself: Is she really that unattractive? Is she really that unsexy? Is she really that unresponsive?

Anning couldn't help but laugh when she saw his pitiful appearance.

Mu Ange raised an eyebrow: "What happy thing came to mind?"

An Ning shook her head: "No."

"I remember you have a back injury, let me see." Mu Ange looked at her with some concern.

"Sister Xiaohua and the others have already bandaged me up, I'm fine now."

Mu Ange nodded: "Oh, then... let's go to sleep~"