The boy had already grown much taller than Yu Yan.
At this moment, the other person's gaze was almost level with his exposed shoulders.
The air seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.
Feng Su's breathing almost stopped.
All I could hear was my own heart pounding erratically.
The scalding heat of blood rushed to the base of my ears instantly.
Feng Su reached out to pull up his clothes.
However, Yu Yan grabbed his wrist.
“Go to the couch,” she said.
Yu Yan's eyes were filled with seriousness; she was extremely annoyed.
The boy's shoulder was already bruised and black, with blood beads constantly gushing out around it; just by looking at it, one could tell that the bone had been dislocated.
The meridians must have been injured as well.
He didn't utter a single word.
Yu Yan's eyes gradually filled with heartache, but unfortunately Feng Su couldn't see it.
Feng Su remained tense, his lips pressed tightly together, showing no reaction.
She was the one who made the move, and she was also the one who stopped him and said she would heal his wounds.
He never received a single explanation from his master.
Feng Su felt extremely wronged. He stood still, his gaze fixed on the ground.
"Feng Su, be good and go to the bed."
Yu Yan's voice softened, even carrying a barely perceptible coaxing quality.
The boy keenly noticed the change in her tone.
He suddenly looked up at her.
Time seemed to have turned back to the year before he became her disciple.
It turns out he had forgotten that she had also hugged and comforted him.
Just like when he unintentionally saw her holding Xiao Yan.
She healed his wounds and comforted him to stop crying.
For some reason, he became her apprentice as he wished, but their relationship became distant.
A surge of heat welled up in Feng Su's eyes; his strong sense of pride wouldn't allow him to lose his composure in front of the woman.
He turned away sullenly.
He sat down on the tatami mat without a word.
While the boy was distracted, Yu Yan directly removed his upper garment.
Feng Su's pupils contracted, and his narrow phoenix eyes widened.
"Master, what are you doing?!"
He shouted out without even realizing it.
As he spoke, the boy hurriedly tried to put on his robes.
Before she knew it, her ears had turned bright red.
If it weren't for the mask covering his face, his flushed profile would likely have been exposed.
Feng Su was flustered and his mind was completely blank.
"Don't move!"
Yu Yan gently pinched the side of his neck, just like she had held him by the back of his neck back then.
The movements were overly practiced.
Feng Su was immediately restrained.
The tension on the other person's neck throbbed and traveled through her fingertips. Yu Yan glanced at him sideways.
The boy's eyes darted around, his thick eyelashes fluttering.
Only the pink behind his ears betrayed his shyness.
Yu Yan chuckled softly.
She flicked her finger lightly at the bulging veins on his neck.
Feng Su tried to dodge in a panic, but was caught again.
"What's there to be shy about? Your teacher is your elder."
Yu Yan composed herself.
It's unclear whether these words were meant for Feng Su or as a warning to himself.
But thinking about it, there's no need to emphasize it too much.
After all, in the book, it was always her one-sided love for Feng Su.
Feng Su fell silent instantly.
He sat up straight, his palms clasped tightly on his knees.
Yes, his master is his elder, why would he be shy?
Once she was sure the boy had taken her words to heart, the woman quickly released her hand from his.
She began to focus on healing Feng Su's injuries.
Including the back he hit when he bumped into the pillar.
The pain in his wound slowly subsided as the gentle spiritual energy healed it.
Yet, something seemed to be missing in his heart, something he could never fill no matter what.
A hint of confusion flashed across the boy's eyes.
He unconsciously moved the wound closer to Yu Yan's hand.
The sensation of skin touching skin came again.
A small smile appeared on Feng Su's lips.
It was as if this brought him closer to his master.
Years later, Yu Yan saw the crisscrossing scars on the boy's back again.
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