“What nonsense are you spouting?” Lin Huanhuan reached out and touched her forehead, finding that it wasn’t too hot, and then said, “You don’t have a fever—that’s good. Do you still feel uncomfortable anywhere?”
Dong Yun’er felt the warmth of Lin Huanhuan’s palm. At such a close distance, she could even smell the faint scent of osmanthus on Lin Huanhuan, and her cheeks flushed. Luckily, her face was still pale, so it went unnoticed.
“I feel much better now. Thank you for taking care of me, Miss.”
She smiled as she spoke, her gaze subtly sweeping the surroundings.
The campfire burned nearby, its light casting their faces in a gentle glow, but it wasn’t burning very strongly. There seemed to be too much wood piled inside—likely Miss’s doing.
Night had fallen. They were still in the mountains, and from time to time, the howl of wolves could be heard.
With all this in mind, Dong Yun’er had a rough idea of their situation. She asked, “Miss, are we still in danger? We’re probably still being hunted, right? It really isn’t convenient for you to carry around an injured person like me.”
“That’s nothing to worry about.”
Lin Huanhuan shook her head. Although she did feel a bit exhausted, seeing Dong Yun’er awake and looking much better made her feel that all her efforts had been worthwhile. Her heart was as sweet as if she had drunk nectar.
“You don’t have to worry about such things. That iron-masked man was either gravely injured or dead; he’s not chasing us anymore. Now, only a bunch of small fry are after us. I can handle them easily on my own.”
“It’s just that bringing you along is a bit inconvenient. Otherwise, I could fight my way through all of them myself, so really, there’s no need to worry.”
She spoke confidently, as if all those enemies were nothing more than wisps of smoke she could sweep away with a wave of her hand.
Dong Yun’er saw the confidence on her face, but she couldn’t help noticing the fatigue that she couldn’t hide. Her gaze dropped, and she saw that Lin Huanhuan still had some wounds that hadn’t healed—clearly new injuries.
Dong Yun’er was not a fool; on the contrary, she was meticulous. How could she not see that Lin Huanhuan was lying to her, just so she wouldn’t feel guilty?
She felt both saddened and touched, and couldn’t help thinking to herself, ‘Miss is always so radiant, yet now she’s doing all this for me. I really don’t know what to do…’
Dong Yun’er forced her weak body to sit up, panting a few times before asking, “Miss, how long has it been since the last attack?”
Lin Huanhuan thought for a moment and replied, “About half an hour, I suppose.”
After a pause, Lin Huanhuan comforted her, “I told you, there’s no need to worry. It’s already night, the time when demon beasts are most active. They probably wouldn’t dare launch another attack at this hour.”
“And Ye Jinxi has already gone back. When she sees that we’re still not back, she’ll definitely bring people to find us. Reinforcements will arrive soon, so really, don’t worry.”
Upon hearing this, Dong Yun’er’s lips parted as if to argue. But then, catching sight of the fatigue at the corner of Lin Huanhuan’s eyes, she held her tongue, not wanting to upset her. She only said:
“I hope so.”
She had wanted to say that she didn’t need Miss to take care of her anymore, that she was mostly recovered, but her weak body wouldn’t let her.
‘If I force myself, Miss probably wouldn’t refuse. But if my injuries get worse, she’ll definitely be upset, and she would never abandon me. In the end, it’d only trouble her more, so I’d better not.’
Thinking this, she gave up on the idea.
Then she noticed that Lin Huanhuan’s clothes were somewhat tattered and stained with blood, really ruining her image. Dong Yun’er immediately understood:
‘Miss probably doesn’t have a change of clothes. After all, I usually prepare those things and keep them in my Qiankun Pouch. Miss never has to handle such things herself, so how could she have brought any?’
She said, “Let me get you a change of clothes, Miss. The ones you’re wearing now are really not presentable, and if you catch a chill because of the damage, that wouldn’t be good.”
Lin Huanhuan immediately realized Dong Yun’er was teasing her and replied with a laugh, “I’m not made of paper. I’m a peak Qi Refining cultivator—how could I catch a cold?”
“It never hurts to be prepared. It’s always good to take extra precautions.”
Dong Yun’er straightened up and took out her Qiankun Pouch from her skirt pocket.
Strangely enough, after all the battles they’d been through, this Qiankun Pouch hadn’t been damaged at all. Perhaps it was fate.
She focused her spiritual sense into the pouch, carefully searching for suitable clothes for Lin Huanhuan, planning to pick something barely worn and pretty.
Maybe because she was still weak, her waist suddenly gave out, and she toppled sideways.
Lin Huanhuan thought, “Not good!” and quickly caught her. Dong Yun’er softly said, “Thank you, Miss.”
Just as she was helping her sit up, her small hand slipped and unexpectedly grasped another delicate hand. Lin Huanhuan’s body trembled for an instant, about to pull back like lightning, but then paused.
‘If I pull away, wouldn’t it seem like I care too much? As if I’m bothered by Dong Yun’er? That can’t happen! I’m a classic villain, how could I get shy?’
Thinking this, not only did Lin Huanhuan not pull her hand back, she even gently squeezed Dong Yun’er’s palm. Dong Yun’er’s heart skipped a beat, her limbs going weak again as she softly called, “Miss~”
“Hmph.”
Lin Huanhuan raised her head proudly, like an infamous villain who had just teased her maid once again—if only her ears weren’t flushed red as if they were bleeding.
Dong Yun’er took out a pale yellow long dress along with underclothes and said, “Miss, how about this set?”
Lin Huanhuan found the outfit somewhat familiar, as if she’d worn it before, but couldn’t remember when. She replied, “Not a bad choice. Looks like your injury hasn’t messed up your brain, so you’ll still be useful in the future.”
“Thank you, Miss.” Dong Yun’er’s gaze was gentle.
Lin Huanhuan took the clothes and held them up to herself a couple of times. Dong Yun’er asked, “Do you need me to help you get changed, Miss? You might not be used to it.”
Lin Huanhuan was a bit speechless. “Don’t treat me like an invalid, all right? I can handle this much myself.”
With that, she began changing clothes—without bothering to find another spot, right in front of Dong Yun’er, just turning her back.
The sound of fabric rustling could be heard as Lin Huanhuan’s clothes slowly slipped off, revealing her beautiful back, skin as white as jade, and shapely hips.
Her figure wasn’t voluptuous, but she outshone ordinary girls with a touch of youthful fullness, soft and smooth.
Strands of black hair hung down, half-concealing her, and the dim firelight only added to her unique charm.
Dong Yun’er had intended to look away, but after a single glance, she couldn’t move her eyes. The more she looked, the more entranced she became.
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