"Silly, your injuries are far more severe than mine, yet you still have ti to worry about ."
"I’m fine."
Baili An looked at her and asked carefully, "May I take a look at your leg injury?"
The girl was silent for a mont and didn’t speak, just stretched out her injured leg.
Baili An squatted on the ground, using his own leg to support her slender leg, his fingertips condensing a sharp Qi Force.
He controlled the Qi Force, carefully slicing open the blood-soaked fabric on her calf.
Her slim calf, as white as jade, was thus exposed before Baili An, the girl’s brows slightly furrowed, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, unsure if it was due to the pain in her leg or sothing else.
Baili An’s eyebrows furrowed deeply; her calf was once perfect but now bore two rows of distressing bloody holes, which was truly heart-wrenching.
"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.
He knew the girl was much stronger than most boys, having never cried out in pain despite her leg being severely injured.
The girl thought likewise; she felt pain, but not to the point of unbearable agony.
The words ’it doesn’t hurt’ had already rolled to the tip of her tongue, but upon seeing Baili An’s tender gaze, inexplicably... she choked, "It hurts..."
The soft, sticky pronunciation stunned the girl herself; was this childlike tone really coming from her?
Baili An’s heart tightened, feeling even more guilty.
If it weren’t for his hasty plan for a fake marriage, she wouldn’t have beco the pig demon’s pri target, placing her in danger.
He took out a bag of clean water from the storage bag, which Brother Xiao had prepared for his journey, and now it was proving useful.
"Bear with it, I’ll wash your wound for you."
The pig demon’s manifested beast bite might be carrying so corrosive or other destructive properties, so it’s safer to clean the wound thoroughly.
The girl lightly "hmm"ed, indicating agreent.
The cool water transford into a gentle stream, washing over the wounds on the girl’s calf, seemingly stimulating the injuries.
The girl let out a muffled groan, sweat starting to seep from her forehead.
Due to the injuries on her body, the breath beneath Baili An’s chest surged fiercely.
He took a sowhat labored breath, yet his hands were precise and practiced, quickly cleaning the wound on her leg.
He then took out elixirs his father had prepared from the storage bag, pouring out five yellow pills, clenching them into powder, and evenly spreading it over her wound.
"This is Sang Huai Pill, primarily composed of Heaven Mulberry Leaves and Huaiyang Grass, providing great help for external injuries like yours."
As he spoke, he tore a piece of fabric from his clothing and gently wrapped her calf.
The girl looked at him, suddenly recalling sothing, and asked, "Just before I was taken by the pig demon into the teleportation array and you followed, did you call sothing?"
Baili An’s face showed a trace of embarrassnt, hesitating to look at her.
"Bun lady?" she asked, half-smiling, as she teasingly played with a strand of her hair under his chin.
"Do I really look round, like a bun?"
Baili An, afraid of the tickle, dodged back, coughed lightly and said, "I didn’t know your na, Miss, and in urgency, my words failed , I apologize... I didn’t an to give you a nickna."
"Hmm? Are you complaining that I didn’t tell you my na?"
"No, no, that’s not what I ant..."
"Yin Baishuang."
"Hmm? What?" Baili An questioned, stunned.
The girl squinted and smiled, "I said my na is Yin Baishuang, you can call Xiao Shuang from now on."
"Xiao Shuang..." Baili An subconsciously murmured, sowhat surprised.
Wait... the bun lady said she only shares her na with those she trusts as friends.
So, does that an he can now be considered a trustworthy friend to her?
Even though Yin Baishuang had ntally prepared herself when she told him her na, his calling her "Little Shuang" still made her cheeks flush, her heart pounding like a deer.
Baili An scratched his head and chuckled a bit awkwardly: "Is calling you Little Shuang too intimate? Maybe I should just call you Miss Yin instead."
This silly boy!!!
The ripples in Yin Baishuang’s heart instantly vanished without a trace, she gritted her teeth and silently cursed this clueless wooden head.
She narrowed her eyes and spoke with a dangerous tone: "Why, don’t you want to?"
Baili An didn’t understand why she was angry, and hurriedly said: "No, no..."
Yin Baishuang said coolly: "Although we have known each other for just a few days, we have experienced life and death together. I consider you unwavering, so how could you think calling Little Shuang is excessive for friends who have gone through hardships together?"
"It’s not excessive." Baili An lowered his head, earnestly admitting his mistake.
"That’s more like it..." Yin Baishuang squinted her eyes again, smiling like a cute little cat: "It’s only polite to reciprocate; from now on, I shall call you Little An."
How could Baili An dare to disagree? He nodded repeatedly.
Perhaps due to anxiety and exhaustion, a wave of overwhelming weakness rushed over him as he nodded, causing him to faint.
This truly frightened Yin Baishuang, and she exclaid, quickly holding him in her arms.
Upon taking a look, she saw his lips tightly pursed, deathly pale, without a hint of blood, and his complexion nearly sickly pale. When she touched his forehead, it was burning hot.
A flash of panic appeared in Yin Baishuang’s eyes; he was actually having a high fever at this ti?
Baili An seldom dreams because his daily sleep is so short that he has to ensure quality. Before sleeping, he habitually takes a calming elixir.
But this ti, he had a long-lost dream.
In the dream, he saw his mother’s beautiful, gentle eyes, looking at him reluctantly as if she had countless things to say.
He also saw his father’s stern face with a barely discernible expectation.
He suddenly felt very tired, as if a giant mountain pressed against his chest, nearly suffocating him.
In a drowsy haze, Baili An felt sothing cool on his scorching cheek, extrely comforting, giving him an imasurable sense of peace.
Who knows how long passed, Baili An twitched his eyelids, hearing a familiar female voice cry out in surprise, slowly pulling his wandering consciousness back.
Forcing his heavy eyelids open, after the blurry light dissipated, he saw a painting-like delicate face full of worry and anxiety looking at him.
As his consciousness gradually cleared, he realized he was lying in that girl’s arms.
She was holding a light blue ice block, pressing it onto his cheek, the ice block faintly emitted extraordinary spiritual power, cold yet possessing a very powerful healing ability.
As the ice block gradually lted into countless firefly lights seeping into his skin, the boiling over injuries within him improved significantly.
Baili An softly groaned, propping himself up with one hand, raising the other to the now-dissipating sky blue ice block on his cheek, asking, "What is this?"
Seeing he was thoroughly awake, Yin Baishuang couldn’t hide the joy in her eyes, though still sowhat uneasy, she pressed her palm against his chest.
Feeling his internal injuries indeed stabilized, she finally let out a deep breath of relief.
She said: "This is the Five Directions Cold Ice, a holy object for healing injuries."
Baili An’s brows slowly furrowed, finally knitting into the shape of a river.
"That’s outrageous!"
Yin Baishuang froze, utterly froze...
For this was the first ti since knowing him that she saw him speak to her with anger, though his voice was quiet, it was evident he was genuinely angry.
She felt a bit wronged, sowhat saddened: "Why are you angry! If I hadn’t seen you risking your life to protect earlier, I wouldn’t have wasted this Five Directions Cold Ice to heal you, you’d deserve the pain!"
Though she scolded him saying he deserved the pain, she still held him steadily in her arms.
Although her heart was filled with grievance and anger, knowing he was injured, she couldn’t bear to leave him lying on the ground like that.
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