She looked up, her eyes still clearly glazed with intoxication, and slurred, "Nan Ke... be careful in the future, don't get hurt again. It's very difficult for me to use magic now..."
"Okay, I'll remember." Nan Ke didn't ask her how he made his wound heal so quickly. Just as her body went limp and she was about to fall to the ground, he caught her in his arms. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"I'm so tired..." She had only just begun to recover her magical power and shouldn't have used magic in the first place, but now she had spent a lot of effort healing his wounds, and she was exhausted.
With no one else around, Nan Ke could pick her up without restraint. "Feng Guang can sleep for a while. I'm here."
"Hmm..." Feng Guang was so drunk and tired that she could fall asleep as soon as she closed her eyes without him saying anything.
But just as she closed her eyes, a young couple walked out from not far away.
The beautiful woman in purple uttered uncertainly, "Sister?"
Leaning against Nan Ke's chest, Feng Guang heard the familiar voice and slightly opened her eyes. Her eyes were blurry with drunkenness as she looked at the person and softly said, "Oh, it's you, Seventh Sister..."
After saying that, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
"It really is my sister!" Zijing ran over happily, but stopped a short distance from Fengguang Sanbu, because she could clearly feel that the man holding her sister was radiating an unpleasant aura.
"Xiao Qi." The scholar-looking man followed Zi Jing over. Like Zi Jing, he also had an intuitive feeling that he didn't have a good impression of Nan Ke.
Zijing frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
"Who am I... naturally, I'm a glamorous person." Nan Ke smiled, truly the epitome of innocence. He then added, "You are glamorous's younger sister."
“Not bad.” Zijing pondered Nanke’s words again, unable to determine for the time being what Nanke’s relationship with Fengguang was.
The person following Zijing was none other than the famous Dong Yong in Feng Guang's eyes. He whispered to Zijing, "I think your sister is not in a good condition. Why don't we send them to our residence first?"
Zijing thought for a moment and nodded, "This young master..."
"Want to come to your house?" Before Zijing could finish speaking, Nanke laughed and said, "Of course, Fengguang needs a place to rest right now."
For some reason, Zijing couldn't stand Nanke's attitude towards Fengguang. Logically speaking, she should be the one who cares about Fengguang the most among everyone present.
The Dong family mansion is located in the town. It is a scholarly family. The two elders of the Dong family have passed away for many years. Now, the person in charge is Dong Yong. Since Dong Yong married Zijing, Zijing has become the person in charge.
What's surprising is that Dong Yong wasn't some cowherd villager, but a wealthy nobleman. After all, this isn't a traditional fairy tale, so it's normal for the characters and their backgrounds to be different.
Feng Guang didn't wake up until noon the next day. As soon as she woke up, she pressed her temples, her head throbbing with pain. The person who had been sitting by her bedside for a long time picked her up and let her lean against him. He then brought her a bowl of herbal soup to her lips. "Drink this hangover soup and Feng Guang's headache will be gone."
Despite feeling unwell, Feng Guang obediently opened her mouth and drank the hangover soup. After finishing it, she leaned against that firm, warm chest for a long time, feeling uncomfortable. A pair of hands gently pressed her temples, and it took a while before she felt a little better.
The man asked gently, "Are you feeling better?"
She nodded, then paused, before slowly raising her head. Seeing Nan Ke's familiar face, she blushed and stammered, "W-w-why are you here?"
“Since Fengguang is drunk, someone should naturally take care of her.” Nan Ke smiled slightly and tidied her hair.
She froze, becoming even more nervous. "I was drunk...then...then did we...did anything...something inappropriate happen between us!?"
"Relationship?" Nan Ke thought for a moment. "Does a blood relationship count?"
Feng Guang heard a thunderclap in the clear sky.
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