Ningning was very careful when returning to the inn.
Pei Ji was seriously injured in the battle with Luo Yuanming. When the elders heard the news, he was immediately sent to the clinic for treatment. Judging from the time, he should have returned by now.
After they uncovered the secrets of the City Lord's Mansion, their experiences were greatly exaggerated by storytellers, who portrayed all of Tianxianzi's disciples as great heroes who slept on straw and tasted gall, and had far-sighted plans.
The speed of this reversal of public opinion can be described as a Sichuan opera face-changing, even faster than the surrender of France.
There was an endless stream of people coming to the inn to watch the excitement, and the rescued girls also came one after another to express their gratitude.
Fortunately, Tian Xianzi, the master, has already woken up. The great swordsman has transformed himself into a welcoming boy, listening with a confused look on his face as others talk about how the Xuanxu Sword Sect punishes evil and how this strategy is so unexpected.
His little head was full of big question marks. He couldn't answer any of the questions and could only keep smiling and sit motionless on the chair. He directly jumped from a sword cultivator to a Buddhist Maitreya statue. No matter which direction the wind blows, I remain unmoved.
It is very mysterious, very indifferent, and has the temperament of an otherworldly sage who does not fight or compete and is indifferent to fame and wealth.
——After all, if you ask Elder Tianxian about his feelings after the battle, he will only say sincerely: "Jiuzhou Chungui is really delicious!"
Ning Ning put a simple cover on her face to ensure that she would not be seen through by the people in Luan City who were not well-trained enough. In addition, she was very agile and soon arrived at Pei Ji's door and raised her hand to knock on it.
There was a very brief silence in the room, and then a cold young man's voice sounded, without any emotion: "Come in."
The door was not locked but ajar.
This is not Pei Ji's style.
Ningning was confused but didn't think too much about it. She exerted a little force with her right hand and pushed the door open.
With a creaking sound, the scene inside the house slowly appeared before the eyes.
Ningning was slightly startled.
Although Pei Ji was afraid of darkness, he also did not like too much sunlight. It was noon at this time, and he habitually drew the curtains in front of the window, so that the whole room was shrouded in a layer of faint dim light.
And in front of the round table in the center of the room was the thin and tall figure of a young man.
——Pei Ji was sitting on a round stool in front of the table, lowering his eyes and removing the layers of gauze wrapped around his upper body.
Oh, removing the gauze means he took off his shirt.
He seemed to be annoyed by the layers of bandages, or perhaps he had carelessly removed the stitches and accidentally reopened the wound. He frowned impatiently, paused when he heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and turned around with a cold expression.
Then, his expression, as indifferent as a dead pond, froze in an instant. Although his demeanor did not change much, his pupils shrank suddenly and obviously.
Pei Ji never thought that the person knocking on the door would be Ningning.
He felt that the clinic was noisy and he didn't like dealing with other people, so after wrapping the gauze he went back to his room in the inn. An elder from Su Wen Hall happened to be free, so he reached an agreement with him and came to change the medicine for him at noon.
He left the door ajar, thinking that the person standing outside was the elder. He looked up, but was caught off guard by another face.
Pei Ji tightened his right hand holding the gauze.
He…was not wearing a shirt at this time.
"Are you changing the dressing?"
Ningning had seen countless male students taking off their shirts and running like monkeys when she passed by the basketball court before. In addition, she often surfed the Internet to cultivate her sentiments, so she was not surprised by the scene in front of her. Instead, she was attracted by the scars on Pei Ji's body and her heart skipped a beat.
However, Pei Ji didn't think so.
He has lived in a village with a lack of spiritual power since he was a child. The common people around him are not as open-minded as those in the cultivation world, and it is even more impossible for them to be as open-minded as those in the 21st century.
According to the residents' established custom, among men and women of the same age, only couples can see each other taking off their clothes.
Later, he entered the Xuanxu Sword School to practice swordsmanship. Although he knew that it was normal for fellow disciples to heal each other's injuries, the memories of his childhood were deeply rooted, and Pei Ji was a loner, so he never showed his injured body to others.
In any case, it is inevitable to feel panicked and helpless when being caught taking off your shirt and changing your dressings for the first time.
The boy, who had been cold and distant not long ago, suddenly felt his ears turn red. He leaned sideways towards the head of the bed in a rather embarrassed manner, trying to grab the clothes on the bed.
However, he moved in such a hurry that the wounds all over his body suddenly burst open. The excruciating pain instantly invaded his internal organs. He was in a trance and fell off the stool.
It's hopeless. Not only was his upper body seen by the girl, but the remedial measures were also a mess. Pei Xiaoji was too embarrassed to see Ningning this time.
Chengying's spirit curled up into a round ball, and a pair of eyes quietly appeared from the gaps in the ball.
In fact, in its opinion, the most effective line at this moment should be "Since you have seen my body, you will be responsible for me." It's well-reasoned and irrefutable, and it will definitely make the matter a fait accompli and break down all the barriers between the two people in one fell swoop.
It's a pity that Pei Ji, this good-for-nothing brat, can't be criticized.
Pei Ji endured the pain, covered his blushing face with one hand, and stretched his other hand to the head of the bed to cover himself with his shirt.
"What are you doing?"
Ningning was frightened by him and watched helplessly as the wounds burst open due to this action and scarlet blood flowed out.
She had no scruples, pushed the door hastily behind her, and went straight to Pei Ji.
Even if he fell to the ground, he was still stubborn and used his clothes to cover his upper body, but now he looked... even more embarrassed than before.
The long black hair was roughly tied up with a hairband, which was loose at this time, and most of the black hair lazily cascaded on the cold floor, some of which brushed across the boy's white jade-like face and slender eyes. Although it was disheveled, it also added a bit of inexplicable ambiguity.
Not to mention the deep redness on his ears and his panic-stricken eyes.
The fishy smell of rust and the fresh scent of wood in the hair blended together, and the messy clothes rose and fell gently with his breathing. Because Pei Ji moved in a hurry, he only roughly covered most of the skin on his chest and arms. The muscles on the shoulders and the white waist are faintly visible, and there is really something——
If he sat motionless on the stool, Ningning would definitely not have any other thoughts.
But now that she was closer, seeing Pei Ji's appearance, she felt a dull heat in her heart instead.
"The wound is all open. Don't move. I'll help you up."
She squatted down and was about to reach out her hand, but saw Pei Ji gritting his teeth and propping himself up, one hand still pressing on the clothes at his collarbone.
His face was grim, and he barely stopped the slight tremor caused by the pain. He took a shallow breath and said, "...You go out first."
Ningning raised her eyelids and looked at him.
Pei Ji deliberately avoided this line of sight, trying his best to control his heartbeat. Before he could open his mouth, he heard her voice: "What are you going out for? Waiting for you to put on your clothes will make your wounds worse?"
Ning Ning seemed a little annoyed, and said in a very urgent tone: "I even pulled your hand before, so what's wrong with watching it now!"
As soon as she finished speaking, even she herself could not help but stand there in a daze.
Now there is nothing to see.
——How can she look at it carelessly now?
It was just holding hands. Even if we round it up, it can never become a naked and honest encounter! Besides, this was Pei Ji's body anyway, she—
Ningning's thoughts were in a mess, and she just wanted to find a coffin and bury herself quietly.
She had never realized before that the two ordinary words "body" could be so ambiguous that it could make people blush.
Pei Ji was stunned for a long while, not knowing whether he was frightened by these fierce words. His face was expressionless, but the red blush on his ears was flowing down his neck.
"Wow."
Chengying sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Is Ningning so fierce?"
"Well, that is, what I mean is that as fellow disciples who love each other, our relationship is pretty good already. You don't need to care too much about this kind of thing."
Ningning tried desperately to organize her words, trying to redeem her increasingly deteriorating image in the eyes of her junior brother, just hoping not to be regarded as a shameless female hooligan.
Thinking of Pei Ji's heavy fall to the ground, she subconsciously stretched out her right hand and gently touched the back of his head: "Does it hurt here?"
Her movements were clumsy, but the gentle and soft touch on her palm made people feel extremely reassured.
It was the first time Pei Ji had someone touch his head, and the severe pain from when the back of his head hit the floor was relieved, like a heavy block of ice slowly melting and turning into water and gradually dissipating. There was a warmth with just the right amount of strength, somewhat comfortable and a little itchy.
He cursed himself inwardly for being shy and was about to take off his clothes, but when he thought of the body beneath the thin shirt, he paused.
If this body was flawless, Pei Ji would definitely let Ning Ning see it with joy and even anticipation.
But it is not.
He was beaten and scolded by his mother when he was young. His mother hated the demon cultivator who abandoned her and was so paranoid that she was almost insane. As Pei Ji looked more and more like that man, her revenge became more and more brutal.
In his life that lasted for more than ten years, the things he came into contact with most were empty and narrow dark rooms, blood-stained long whips and sticks, and women's merciless slaps.
She had always treated him as a tool to vent her anger and had never healed the wounds of her only child. She would only occasionally throw him some cheap medicine and let him apply it on himself to avoid dying.
Those crudely made medicines naturally cannot completely heal the wounds.
Unlike the smooth and clean skin of other people, Pei Ji's body was covered with hideous, centipede-like old scars. Later, he joined the Xuanxu Sword Sect. During competitions, many of his fellow disciples teamed up to target him, causing him to suffer several sword wounds.
Even the doctor in the clinic today couldn't help but sigh and talk to himself when he was applying medicine on him. He had never seen so many scars on one person.
Whether getting injured or leaving scars, it was commonplace for Pei Ji.
He never felt ashamed of this, and even if some doctors showed surprise after seeing it, he just looked indifferent and ignored it.
But at this moment, hesitation and fear spread rapidly from the bottom of his heart, like layer upon layer of impenetrable vines, shackled all his movements and thoughts.
...He didn't want Ningning to see the pale and ugly body under the clothes.
It doesn't matter to anyone except her.
"What's wrong?"
Ning Ning noticed that his eyes dimmed, and reached out to pull the thin shirt covering Pei Ji, but saw that he held the corner of the shirt tighter, frowned and said coldly: "Get out."
Chengying guessed what the child was thinking, and spoke in a rare serious tone, hesitatingly: "Pei Xiaoji..."
Pei Ji's expression relaxed for a moment, but Ning Ning was confused by this sudden change. After thinking to no avail, she heard him repeat in a hoarse voice: "I can do it myself, there is no need for -"
However, Pei Ji didn't have time to finish his words, and all the words were stuck in his throat.
Lian Chengying was also startled and let out a sharp sound like a flushing toilet.
——Ningning grabbed the uninjured part of his back and held him in her arms. Then, with a little effort, she picked up the young man who was much taller than her.
The strength of a cultivator is far beyond that of ordinary people. Ning Ning hugged him effortlessly and in one go. After feeling Pei Ji's extreme stiffness, she stood up and placed him on the mattress beside her.
Then, while he was stunned, she directly lifted off the thin layer of clothes.
This action was so ferocious that even Chengying was shocked and stood there in a daze. He saw the little girl who was standing close to him with a stern face, sitting on the edge of the bed with her head lowered.
"If you want to make trouble, come back after I have bandaged your wound."
The old blood-stained gauze all fell apart after he fell. Ningning carefully untied them bit by bit, saying, "If the bleeding doesn't stop, you'll be the one who suffers. Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival in Luancheng. Do you still want to go out with me?"
She spoke seriously, watching the gauze fall layer by layer, frowned and said nothing more.
Luo Yuanming's evil formation was extremely brutal, like countless flying knives with a force of thousands of pounds piercing his body. Wherever it passed, flesh and blood was blurred. Because of Pei Ji's previous actions, the flesh and blood burst apart, spilling out bright red blood.
In addition to these shocking bloodstains, his body was also covered with many old wounds.
Some looked like whip marks, while others were burns. They were random and of varying depths, stretching proudly across the pale skin like hideous cracks on an unpolished jade.
Ningning's expression really changed.
Pei Ji's eyes grew darker, and a deep, dark self-loathing slowly rose up, dyeing his entire pupils a sandalwood black. He just felt inexplicably irritated in his heart, and deliberately avoided her sight and stopped looking at her.
Maybe Ningning would show sympathy and regard him as a poor scarred creature; maybe she would be frightened by these ugly scars and show disgust and rejection.
No matter which possibility it was, it made him feel dull and depressed.
"…And he always says 'I'll do it myself'. What about the wound on my back?"
However, Ning Ning did not show any disgust, nor did she reveal any sympathy or charity. She just approached him seriously, put her hands on both sides of Pei Ji's cheeks, and gently shook it left and right:
"Do you have eyes on the back of your head, or can your head turn 180 degrees backward? Let me see - it seems that neither is possible."
Pei Ji didn't have much strength left to begin with, and with the girl holding his face, he could only let her do whatever she wanted.
Ningning only shook left and right two or three times, then kept holding her face and moved closer to him.
Not only their faces, but their eyes are also very close.
The face covered between her hands was very hot, the skin burned by her breath was very hot, and the eyes that met Ningning's gaze were also slightly hot.
Pei Ji was speechless when he heard the girl's clear voice: "So, do you want me to help you stop the bleeding and apply medicine?"
Pei Ji: ...
Pei Ji: “Yes.”
Wonderful, wonderful.
Chengying was amazed. Pei Xiaoji had really been bullied by Ningning. After so many years, finally someone could cure his bad temper. He can't escape this natural nemesis.
Ningning removed the blood-stained gauze and picked up the cotton cloth prepared by Pei Ji from the wooden table.
Pei Ji was almost covered in blood, so he had to wipe off the troublesome bloodstains first.
If you ignore the deep and shallow scars, this body is actually very beautiful.
He is tall and thin, but does not look too weak. As he has been practicing sword for many years, well-proportioned muscles can be seen in his arms and abdomen. He has the slenderness unique to young people, but he is also full of strength, like a wild beast lurking in the night.
The cotton cloth was soaked in water and first fell on the collarbone, then moved down little by little with a disturbing chill until it reached the chest where the injury was most serious.
Every inch of his skin was within her sight, leaving no place to hide. Although Ningning's gaze was gentle, it was real, quietly spreading to every hidden corner of his body, like an extremely gentle knife.
Pei Ji held his breath, secretly exerted force with his fingertips, and gripped the wrinkled sheets tightly.
"If it hurts you, tell me."
Ningning looked at his wounds and felt that the same part of her body was hurting inexplicably. Her eyes swept across the dark brown old wounds and she roughly understood why Pei Ji insisted on letting her leave.
He has always had a strong sense of self-esteem, and even the fact that he was afraid of the dark was something he tried hard to hide and not let anyone know.
These wounds were not really beautiful, and Pei Ji certainly didn't want other people to see these scars. Now that she could see them clearly, he must be feeling very uncomfortable.
Ningning decided to praise him.
"Has anyone ever told me that you have beautiful collarbones?"
She carefully wiped away the blood, concentrating on not touching the wound, and continued, "The shape of the muscles in her hands is also good. She must practice swordplay every day, right? Her fingers and neck are also very beautiful. They are the type I like—"
Pei Ji's body was obviously stiff.
Ningning's head exploded with a loud bang.
The air in the room seemed stagnant.
ah.
She shouldn't be distracted when she's saying something like that.
——Why did you suddenly speak the truth? This is too deadly! How would Pei Ji look at her after hearing this? ! !
It's over. It's completely over.
Ningning was so confused that she gave up thinking and simply gave up thinking in despair. The cotton cloth slowly moved around his chest and down to his waist and abdomen.
Pei Ji has a slender waist, with muscles that smoothly tighten inward, yet he looks soft and slender, very beautiful.
It's the kind of beauty that makes you want to touch it.
The wound in this area was particularly serious, with coagulated blood covering the cracked scar. In order to avoid the wound as much as possible, Ningning moved closer when wiping it.
So when the cotton cloth gently wiped over, the girl's soft breath also spread silently on the skin, like a warm feather, slowly sweeping across the waist.
The feeling is more numbing than electric current, which cannot be seen or retained.
Pei Ji's breathing froze and his body trembled.
Ningning looked up at him and stopped what she was doing: "Does it hurt?"
He took in the gaze blankly, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat: "...itchy."
"Are you still ticklish?"
She was finally less worried. She raised her lips slightly when she heard the words, and her eyes showed a hint of amusement. "When you were healing in the clinic, didn't it give the doctor a headache?"
That's not the case.
Pei Ji silently refuted her in his heart.
No matter how serious his injuries were, he never made any sound when others treated him. Even if it is really unbearable sometimes, I will just grit my teeth and groan.
Even the elder of Su Wen Hall said that he looked like a dead body without moving or speaking. If he was in real pain, it would be okay to scream out.
Until I ran into her this time, my body felt different than usual.
...It's so weird.
It was naturally impossible to tell her such words in person. Pei Ji did not say anything else. He hastily lowered his eyes, and his gaze quietly fell on the face of the little girl in front of him.
Ningning lowered his head, and from his angle, he could only see the girl's smooth forehead and delicate straight nose. The room was dim and silent. Her thick, black eyelashes slowly drooped downwards, opening and closing like the fluttering wings of a butterfly.
She had never suffered from childhood to adulthood, and her skin was fair, soft, and without the slightest blemish, just like a soft white jade cake.
I don’t know what it would feel like when I touch it.
Pei Ji was slightly stunned by this sudden thought, and at this moment, a cool breeze blew on his waist.
The wind came unexpectedly and hit the most sensitive and painful part of his body.
Just like the long-dry earth encountering the long-awaited rain, the pain deep in the bone marrow spreads out bit by bit, turning into an itch that scratches the heart and lungs, and attacks the whole body in an instant along the blood.
Pei Ji used up almost all of his remaining consciousness to suppress the urge to cry out in his throat. He could only press his fingers on the bed sheet even tighter, and his knuckles turned pale.
Ningning blew gently on the spot on his waist where the injury was most severe.
"Pei, Pei Xiaoji."
Chengying trembled and carefully observed his reaction at this moment: "Can you still hold on? Hold on, you must hold on, think about your sword manual, your storage bag, your ideals and ambitions... Don't be impulsive!"
He has enough self-control and will not act impulsively.
The spiritual energy in his body flowed like flowing water, dispelling the thick heat in his heart. Pei Ji didn't make any sound. He looked carefully and saw Ning Ning raised her head again, still looking at him with a smile.
"I see your wound is the deepest here, it must be very painful - will it feel better if you blow on it?"
He did feel better.
But in some ways, it's getting worse.
This unintentional teasing was the most tormenting. Pei Ji's Adam's apple moved slightly, and after a long while he responded in a hoarse voice: "...Yes. Thank you."
"Thank you for that."
Ningning smiled, her round almond eyes curved slightly, and her voice was like it was soaked in sugar: "Actually, it was quite comfortable when you passed your spiritual energy to my hand last time."
She was talking about how she was injured in the secret realm and Pei Ji, under Cheng Ying's instruction, blew gently on the wound.
The cool breath still swirled around the waist and abdomen, drawing out waves of dry air that were completely opposite to it. Pei Ji didn't even have the energy to reply and buried his head even lower.
Ningning's gaze continued to move downwards. Although it had no substance and was pure without any impurities, his heart could not help but tremble slightly.
He felt like he was going crazy.
Ningning was so focused on wiping that she didn't notice the slight redness in the corners of the young man's eyes or his slightly trembling breathing.
She carefully wiped off the half-coagulated blood and was about to pick up the medicine from the table when she heard an extremely clear ding-dong sound next to her ear.
Ningning had an ominous premonition in her heart.
That was the long-lost system prompt sound. It suddenly sounded at this time, which must be something bad.
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