The candlelight flickered, and the light gauze curtains hung slowly.

Shang Xi sat cross-legged on the bed, his outer garments removed, leaving him only in a white undergarment.

Ji Fengyao, dressed in a thin red dress, sat cross-legged in front of him, her long hair flowing freely; beside her was an open animal skin needle pouch, filled with over a hundred silver needles.

"Your Highness, please, please take off your clothes..." She was a little nervous, and her voice trembled slightly involuntarily.

Shang Xiye gently curled his fingers, which were resting on his knees, and scratched his leg. He gave a soft "hmm," looked away, and silently removed his undergarment. Without clothing to keep warm, his unusually pale skin quickly developed a layer of small bumps, like a fine layer of frost.

But there's no denying that he has an excellent physique. It's not the kind of muscular build that looks like a bodybuilder; rather, every muscle is refined and full of power, yet it's long and toned without being jarring.

The appearance of a demonic master would indeed be demonic on anyone else.

Ji Fengyao swallowed subconsciously, her outstretched hand trembling slightly: "Your Highness, I...I want to remove your mask..."

Ever since being afflicted by the Ghost Face Gu, Shang Xiye has instinctively resisted the idea of ​​removing his mask.

He subconsciously grasped Ji Fengyao's hand, which she had extended to her face, his gaze cautious.

Ji Fengyao's wandering consciousness was brought back to its senses by his grab, and she finally regained her sense of being a doctor. She patiently said, "Didn't we see each other last time? What are you worried about? As long as you don't avoid seeking medical treatment, you will get better in the future."

"Can it be cured without removing the mother Gu?" Shang Xiye didn't believe it.

Ji Fengyao smiled warmly and nodded firmly: "Others may not be able to do it, but I can. Believe in me."

Shang Xiye met her bright, shining eyes and slowly released her hand.

She instinctively held her breath as she removed her mask.

Over the years, he had learned a little about the common knowledge of Gu poison, and the answers he received were all that if there was a mother Gu, the offspring Gu would be difficult to remove if the mother Gu did not die; but she said it was possible, and he was willing to believe her.

Perhaps because she easily ripped off his mask last time, he has kept it on tighter ever since.

Ji Fengyao tried twice to pull it but couldn't budge it, so she knelt up, put her hands around his face, and reached behind his head to untie the ribbon. However, the long skirt was too tight under her knees, and she lost her balance and fell forward.

Shang Xiye instinctively reached out and caught the little bandit who suddenly "threw herself into his arms," ​​a surge of joy rising in his heart, instantly filling him with a feeling of fullness and swelling.

Ji Fengyao wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her cheek against his ear, her face instantly turning bright red.

She quickly reached out and loosened her skirt, swiftly pulling off the rope holding his mask. Clutching his mask, she stood up in a panic, explaining with utmost sincerity, "I didn't mean to, please believe me, it's really a misunderstanding, okay?"

Her flushed face was like a blooming flower, delicate and beautiful, making one want to cherish her.

The emptiness caused by her sudden departure made Shang Xiye want to pull her into his arms immediately and ravage her.

This little thing is so alluring, yet it doesn't even realize it.

"From now on, if you meet a man outside the home, do not dress like this. You should dress properly and meet him in the outer hall." His voice was low and somewhat hoarse, filled with a strange emotion.

"ah?"

Ji Fengyao was completely baffled; his topic had taken too big a leap, and she couldn't keep up.

"It's late, let's start the acupuncture." Shang Xiye reached out and rubbed her head, which was now bare of all its jewelry.

Ji Fengyao shrank her neck, looking at his devilish yet familiar face, and she was quite pleased with his head pat - her master used to love to rub and pinch her head as well.