Yun Lian opened the backpack she had brought, which was filled with colorful bottles and jars.

She poured out a little pale yellow medicine and placed it on her fingertip, then gently dabbed it onto Fu Qiyu's wound.

The wound that was oozing blood healed instantly, turning into a newly grown pinkish-white scar.

Sikong Qing transformed into human form and walked to the two of them.

There was an undeniable sourness in his voice.

"How come I never noticed this gentle and tender side of you before?"

He also had minor abrasions on his face, and the back of his hand was even worse, with blood dripping continuously onto the ground, turning the white floor tiles into clusters of red plum blossoms.

Yun Lian pulled Sikong Qing's hand, and although his body was stiff, he let her pull him to sit down on the chair.

Fu Qiyu remained silent and handed the backpack to Yun Lian's seat.

Yun Lian reached out and pinched Sikong Qing's cheek, her round and cute little face muttering with disappointment.

"I didn't have a chance to see it before, is it too late for you to see it now?"

Yun Lian carefully cleaned the bloodstains from the back of his hand and gently applied medicine to it as well.

His hand was injured on the back of his hand. She held his hand with one hand and applied medicine with the other. Sikong Qing's fingers twitched uncomfortably for a moment, but she held them tightly again.

"Sikong Qing, why didn't you say you were injured sooner? You just toughed it out by yourself. Are you stupid?"

Did you use all the medicine I gave you? Did you slack off? I noticed your tail didn't seem to have fully recovered yet; it should have by now.

Sikong Qing glanced at Fu Qiyu lightly, not missing any opportunity to sow discord among him.

"What medicine? You mean that old red potion? That bottle was used up a long time ago."

Or is it the bottle of medicine I specifically asked for earlier?

"Didn't Fu Qiyu give you the medicine for the repair?"

"You should ask him about that."

Yun Lian looked at Fu Qiyu in confusion. Facing her direct gaze, he felt as if he were being burned by flames, and all the dark side of his heart was burned away.

Fu Qiyu's eyelashes trembled slightly as he avoided Yun Lian's gaze and stammered an explanation.

"I forgot to give it to him earlier, and I just handed it to him. I'm sorry, Yun Lian."

Yun Lian shook her head and gave him a comforting smile.

"It's alright, it's my fault for not making the trip myself."

Sikong Qing still acted arrogantly, leaning lazily against Yun Lian's table.

Almost half of his body occupied Yun Lian's territory.

His wound was quite deep, and it took Yunlian a long time to treat it.

Fu Qiyu finally couldn't help but ask.

"Sikong Qing, I don't remember hurting the back of your hand just now."

Sikong Qing replied lazily, with a nonchalant and indifferent expression.

"I didn't say you were the one who hurt me..."

Sikong Qing stood up, his aloof and arrogant demeanor returning. He didn't turn his head or greet anyone, acting as if he were at home.

Just as he was about to leave the dormitory, he turned back to Yun Lian and said, "Once the tail heals, we'll be even."

Yun Lian pondered for a moment and nodded: "That's fine too."

Upon hearing this, Sikong Qing became even angrier and slammed the dormitory door shut with a loud bang.

Sikong Qing stood at the entrance of Yun Lian's dormitory for a long time, his voice barely audible.

"Isn't she doing what you wanted? Why are you unhappy again?"

He chuckled to himself, clutching the medicine bottle as he walked back to his dormitory.

Yun Lian stood by the dormitory door without going back to her bed. Fu Qiyu gradually became restless and was about to confess when Yun Lian suddenly spoke up.

"Fu Qiyu, I think I just saw that the feathers on your back are injured. Why don't you transform into your original form and I'll apply medicine for you?"

Fu Qiyu's face instantly turned red.

Showing your favorite person your ugliest moments is no different from running naked in the street.

"No need, it will heal on its own after a while."

Yun Lian suddenly recalled the scene of their first meeting. Not only were there clothes scattered all over the floor, but also many white feathers floating around.

Yun Lian approached gradually, but Fu Qiyu appeared more vulnerable the closer she got.

Her eyelashes trembled, and she pushed Yun Lian with both hands, but without using any force.

"No, it's ugly."

Yun Lian reached out and wrapped her arms around his lean waist, whispering in his ear like a siren's murmur, alluring and seductive.

"Not ugly, Fu Qiyu. Don't you want to get back to your peak as soon as possible? But I'm thinking of marking you..."

Fu Qiyu felt as if he was about to burst into flames.

In particular, her fair and delicate little hands slipped inside his clothes and caressed his waist.

Fu Qiyu's eyes reddened almost instantly, and his breathing became heavier.

"No... I'm afraid you'll abandon me after you see my imperfections."

"Fu Qiyu, whether you are perfect or not, you are still you."

What I care about is Fu Qiyu, not the perfect Fu Qiyu.

Yun Lian pressed her head against his, and Fu Qiyu bent down, letting her do as she pleased.

Her long, silver hair, intertwined with her slightly curly strands, resembled a beautifully woven silk, captivating the heart.

"Let's ignore the animal form and just apply the medicine, okay?"

His light gray eyes held a pleading look, and his white eyelashes fluttered, like an elf who had strayed into the mortal world.

"good."

Yun Lian went to his bed for the first time.

The edges of the walls are adorned with beautiful, intact white feathers, and a dreamcatcher hangs at the foot of the bed, making a faint sound as the wind blows.

The bed had a faint fragrance, just like him—gentle and reserved.

Fu Qiyu's fair back was exposed, his fingers weakly gripping the bed sheet.

Several scars were visible on his back, grotesque and terrifying, as if they had just scabbed over and then been forcibly torn off.

Yun Lian followed the same procedure, first disinfecting the wound and then applying the medicine.

His wounds reopened repeatedly, and the medication did not allow new flesh to grow back quickly.

On the contrary, the pain from the medication was like a leech, making him want to tear himself apart.

Yun Lian noticed his movements and quickly pressed his hands down on the pillow.

This pose, however, seems even more ambiguous.

Their eyes met, and even the air seemed to thicken.

When Ji Huaixi came in carrying a large bouquet of flowers and some desserts, this was the scene she saw, and her beaming smile vanished instantly.

"What are you doing?"

Ji Huaixi's wolf tail drooped, and the two wolf ears on her head were folded into the shape of airplane ears.

While pressing down on Fu Qiyu, Yun Lian didn't forget to answer him.

"I'm applying medicine to him."

Upon closer inspection, Ji Huaixi noticed that Fu Qiyu had indeed just had gauze wrapped around his waist, and his complexion had eased slightly.

Feeling uneasy, it placed the flowers and desserts on Yun Lian's table, its tail wagging quietly.

"Why would you, a little female, apply medicine to him? His skin is thick and he'll heal in a few days."

If you're really seriously injured, you can call me. Otherwise, it would be terrible if he used excessive force and hurt you.

Seeing that Fu Qiyu was gradually getting used to it, Yun Lian also prepared to get out of bed.

Fu Qiyu was a step behind, slowly and methodically buttoning up his clothes.

As she was gazed upon by her beautiful eyes, Ji Huaixi's tail swayed unconsciously behind her, and her eyes involuntarily curved into crescents.

"To celebrate your return from the laboratory, I brought you a little gift. Try it; I heard females love these."

Yun Lian took the small dessert he offered, and after just one bite, she happily wiggled her ears.

Their faces were filled with happiness.

"It's so delicious, but why are there carrot pieces on the dessert? Shouldn't it be fruit?"