"Let me go!"
"Stop, stop, stop! You can't go anywhere right now!"
"Let me go save him, I can't let that bad woman get close..."
"You should stop now!"
Duang!
"Ah! You can't stop me!"
"…………"
Yun Shuchang, with a bandage on her left arm, stood at the door, raising her hand to knock, unsure whether to do so.
She blinked, feeling as if she had witnessed this situation not long ago.
Squeak.
Pushing open the door and stepping inside, Yun Shuchang witnessed a heartwarming scene.
Jiang Wan lay on the bed, struggling and reaching out her hand, trying to grab something.
Chu Yu, with puffed-out cheeks, sat on Jiang Wan's buttocks and wrapped several strips of gauze around Jiang Wan's chest and various parts of her body, pulling them backward with all his might.
The beautiful hills, sculpted by external forces, bear undulating marks, a sight that stirs the blood...
Yeah, right!
"ha!!!"
"Hmm hmm hmm!"
The two struggled fiercely, their faces turning red.
The blood was definitely pumping, but it wasn't just anyone; the veins in the temples of both individuals looked like they were about to burst...
Although Jiang Wan follows the path of the spiritual lineage, she has an exceptional talent in physical combat. In her normal state, even without the aid of magic, she can easily knock down three or four Chu Yus.
Unfortunately, she was too weak, so weak that Chu Yu rode on her head and bullied her.
Jiang Wan stretched her fingers forward as far as she could, trying to reach for the headboard in front of her.
"As long as we can get there, get there..."
There's a legend that everyone who sets such a goal ultimately fails.
Jiang Wan was no exception.
*Slap slap*
Yun Shuchang patted the door with one hand, interrupting this exciting and thrilling bed wrestling match that seemed about to end with a loot drop.
"Stop your game for a moment, and stop fooling around."
Maintaining their current posture, Jiang Wan and the other woman turned their heads and saw Yun Shuchang leaning against the door. Their movements froze, and their eyes showed a strange look.
She was using a cane.
An assassin who once prided himself on his speed and stealth abilities can now only walk with the aid of a cane.
Unlike the two who looked grim, Yun Shuchang showed no signs of sadness or pain, appearing remarkably carefree.
She chuckled softly and nodded to the two of them, saying:
"Come with me, the captain has woken up, and she has something to say to you."
She turned around and walked away into the distance.
It is worth noting that even though she was using crutches and walking with difficulty, there was still no sound of her footsteps in the corridor.
It was as if this habit, like her breathing, had long been ingrained in her instincts.
...
...
In Xilin's boudoir, Xilin, who was embracing someone, gradually calmed down.
Although I hate to admit it, this warm feeling is unexpectedly intoxicating, and I want to stay here forever.
However, Shirin is not love-struck and will not fall for someone easily.
At least not now.
"...How much longer are you going to hold me?"
Seeing that Xilin was turning her face away and acting sullen, Ning Feng knew when to stop and didn't pursue the matter any further.
She released her arms even earlier than she did, slowly backed away, and stopped teasing the innocent, elfin older sister.
There are things you shouldn't say too much about. It's better to give the other person space to think and let the words you said before slowly brew in silence.
They will either perish in silence or erupt in silence.
Ning Feng was absolutely confident that he would not let this faint affection burn out.
As for how much fire will erupt, we'll have to wait for further developments.
After taking the hospital gown prepared by Xilin's studio and putting it on, Ning Feng blinked and suddenly thought of something.
"...Speaking of which, why do I know so much about this?"
Such a smooth and effortless operation, making choices almost without a second thought, and even uttering those cheesy words without batting an eye...
Something must be wrong.
I'm clearly an innocent, shy boy who's never held a girl's hand more than a few times!
How did it turn out like this?
oh!
A sudden inspiration struck Ning Feng, and he grasped the beginning of his transformation—
Begin by becoming an Awakened One.
Okay, case solved.
It must be because of the succubus bloodline!
It's all its fault for constantly influencing me, making my way of thinking so strange without me even realizing it.
This is such a terrible sin!
Ariana: ?
("Not again? You should look for the reason within yourself!")
Ignoring the black cat's complaints, Ning Feng, dressed neatly, walked out of the dressing room and headed towards the lady who was enjoying tea.
While Ning Feng went to change his clothes, Xilin finally regained her composure through various means and transformed back into the mature witch she once was.
With her legs crossed, she sat at the table in the center of the room, sipping her tea gently, her gaze distant and serene.
Ning Feng sat down opposite her without hesitation, making no attempt to hide his admiration for Xilin's beauty, and took a sip of the fragrant tea.
!!
With a slight upward brow, a surge of life energy, imbued with a rich natural aura, flowed down his throat and into his body, rapidly spreading throughout.
Ning Feng discovered that his injuries had actually healed somewhat with the help of this sip of tea!
("The 'Elf Tea,' nurtured by the elves using their own primal energy and crafted by hand, is not something just anyone is qualified to drink~")
("Only distinguished guests, close friends, and most important family members are entitled to taste it.")
("By the way, I don't need to remind you how precious the tea made by the legendary elves is, do I?")
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