Ning Yufeng had a gloomy face and said nothing. He looked like a very bossy person. However, his restless feet were frozen in place, with his toes rising and falling, fully showing his owner's uneasiness.
Lan Shuang's gaze paused for a moment, and she couldn't help laughing as she walked in holding the wall. She patted him on the shoulder, and then she felt the body under her hand suddenly tighten.
"Relax Ning Yufeng, it's safe here."
Lan Shuang said as she walked towards the bedroom, and when she reached the door she added, "It's safe for now."
Ning Yufeng frowned and looked at her, pursed his lips, and looked at the structure and furnishings of the room warily. In fact, there were not many furnishings, because Lan Shuang's career had just started, and after renting this house, she only bought necessary appliances such as air conditioners and washing machines, and there was not even a TV.
There was a row of very old sofas in the living room, but the sofa covers and cushions were washed very clean. There were glass pots and glass water cups on the coffee table, one of which was still half full of water, as if someone had drunk it before.
Ning Yufeng's gaze fell on the quilt and paused, then he walked over awkwardly, picked it up and sniffed it. His nostrils moved slightly, and he smelled a scent that did not belong to Lan Shuang.
His eyes darkened instantly, and the already dark red color now looked more like two bottomless pools of blood, which was terrifying to look at.
He sniffed it carefully again. The smell was a little faint, probably because he had been out for a long time, but he could still smell the scent of a man.
The demon race's five senses are already sharper than those of ordinary people, let alone a demon of the ancestor level like Ning Yufeng?
His jawline tensed instantly, and with a slight force on the hand holding the cup, he crushed the cup into pieces.
Lan Shuang found that her cell phone was out of battery, and she searched around before finding a charger to charge it.
"Are you hungry? How about I..."
She was halfway through her words when she met Ning Yufeng's murderous gaze, and blood slowly flowed out from between his fingers, dripping onto the broken glass on the ground.
"What are you doing?"
She hurried over, walked around the broken glass on the ground, and carefully took Ning Yufeng's hand. Ning Yufeng did not resist and let her hold his palm and look at it.
There were several bloodstains crisscrossing on the white palm, the wounds were of varying depths, and there were also broken glass stuck in them.
"Did you lose control of your strength? Glass is very fragile, just handle it with care."
Lan Shuang sighed and looked up at him helplessly: "You've been out of touch with this world for too long. You still have a lot to learn. Be good and obedient, okay? I'll teach you slowly."
Ning Yufeng was stunned by her coaxing tone and the tenderness in her eyes, then his brows relaxed slightly and he said "hmm" in a reserved manner.
Forget it, I'll ask about these things later. I've lived for so many years, and it would be ungentlemanly to argue with a junior over a human male.
Lan Shuang turned around to get the home medicine box and said, "Sit down."
Ning Yufeng glanced at the strange-shaped sofa, hesitated for a moment, sat down halfway on it, and kept his back straight.
Lan Shuang: “…”
There’s no need to do that. Why do you act like a lady from ancient times?
"Aren't you tired of doing this?" Lan Shuang picked out a small pair of tweezers from the medicine box and gestured in front of Ning Yufeng.
Ning Yufeng's eyes narrowed slightly: "What are you tired of?"
"The sofa is soft and hard to use for support. Won't your legs get sore if you sit on half your butt like this?"
Ning Yufeng glared at her with a sour face, "What do you know? This is demeanor, this is etiquette. People in the past all sat like this."
Lan Shuang: "...Okay, whatever you say is what it is. Stretch out your hand."
Ning Yufeng stared at her suspiciously and slowly stretched out his hand. Lan Shuang held his fingertips, leaned closer and lowered her eyes to carefully pick out the debris from his wound.
She used the tweezers very skillfully and picked out everything in a short while. Lan Shuang sat up and breathed a sigh of relief. She blinked, and her eyes were slightly red.
Ning Yufeng's face froze, "You...you're crying?"
Lan Shuang blinked again: "Huh?"
She was too focused just now, staring at Ning Yufeng's hands with her eyes wide open, and now her eyes feel a little uncomfortable.
However, Ning Yufeng obviously did not realize this. He stared at Lan Shuang in a daze, as if someone had pinched his heart, making him feel sore and numb. He had lived for so many years, and no one had ever cried for him.
Those who cried loudly because of being beaten by him don’t count.
The person in front of me is the first one.
Was she heartbroken when she saw herself injured?
Ning Yufeng looked at Lan Shuang's expression carefully. Seeing that her eyes were getting redder and redder, she turned away and wiped them, becoming more and more determined.
Well, she must be heartbroken!
Alas, she is indeed a little cat demon, with a soft heart, crying when she sees such a small injury.
Ning Yufeng thought like a big shot, and the more he looked at Lan Shuang, the more he liked her.
She's pretty good-looking, clean, and pretty. I'm not afraid that I'll feel bad for myself. It's not impossible to accept her. Anyway, they are tied together now, and it would be a bit troublesome to cancel the contract, but if it is to change the contract, it shouldn't be difficult...
He subconsciously pinched his chin with his hand. Lan Shuang turned around and immediately grabbed his wrist, glaring at him: "I told you to behave, why don't you listen?"
"You--" Ning Yufeng opened his mouth to scold, but when he met Lan Shuang's watery eyes, he couldn't say anything.
He was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand irritably, "I know."
Lan Shuang frowned and used medicine to disinfect him. After applying the medicine, she wrapped him up with gauze and tied a standard bow.
Looking at the bow, Lan Shuang was in a trance for a moment, and remembered the world in which Jiang Han lived. When he was injured, she always tied a bow for him. After several lifetimes, this skill came in handy again.
"What are you thinking about?" Ning Yufeng's voice suddenly sounded nearby. His hot breath blew over, and Lan Shuang stepped back uncomfortably: "Nothing, I'm just wondering how long it will take for your wound to heal."
Ning Yufeng was strangely silent for a moment, then he leaned back, crossed his legs, and looked at her with a half-smile: "Have you forgotten?"
Lan Shuang was bewildered: "What did you forget?"
Ning Yufeng stretched out a slender and beautiful finger and pointed at himself, "I am a demon. This little injury can be healed immediately if I want."
Lan Shuang: “…”
Oh no, I’ve been doing this for too long, and suddenly I become a monster. I really can’t change my mindset!
Ning Yufeng saw that she was silent, and his eyes narrowed immediately: "Why do you look so guilty?"
Lan Shuang blinked, "I don't feel guilty. I just want you to experience what it's like to be a human being. After all, we will live among people in the future. If we heal our injuries carelessly, we will be arrested."
Seeing her calm demeanor, 888 raised his thumb in admiration and said, "Go for a six."
Ning Yufeng's attention was indeed diverted when he heard this. He straightened up slightly and stared at Lan Shuang, "What do you mean by living among people? Is that it?"
He glanced around, his disgust evident in his eyes.
Lan Shuang: “…”
You are such a great ancestor, what's wrong with that?
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