Chapter 165 (1/2)

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165 – The Significance of Safeguard

“– bear with it.”

“Hmm?”

Before Xue Qilin could figure out what's going on, a burst of pain shot into her head and the sound of a joint resetting sounded.

“Ah — oes with it.

Reflected in Xue Qilin's eyes, Xihe gazing at her has a hard to put into words look. Xue Qilin can't read it. Only… she seems to see a picture in those amethyst-like eyes.

A light yellow picture.

However, in a blink of an eye, the picture disappeared.

Was it a misconception? Xue Qilin was stunned.

“Let me bandage you, okay?”

Xihe's voice sounded again, rapidly pulling the la.s.s out of her absent-minded state.

After so much was said, can I still refuse? Xue Qilin sighed, feeling like she has become a villain that is bullying Xihe.

“Fine, I'll listen to you…”

Xue Qilin untied the band around her waist.

Rustling sounds rang as she took off her tattered outer garment. The undergarment's band on her back is severed. Without the la.s.s needing to do anything, the straps slipped off her shoulders.

Remaining half naked, Xue Qilin pulled both ends of the clothing she just took off and sighed.

A large hole was ripped open on the back of the outer garment. The clothes are damaged in many places and stained with blood. Even if she wanted to mend them, where do you start.

“I'm afraid I can't wear these clothes anymore…”

Xue Qilin folded her clothes lovingly and set them aside.

These clothes were sent by Luo Qing. She cherishes them very much. Although there are numerous traces of the clothes being mended. But Xue Qilin was still unwilling to store them away, and instead treated them as her usual wear.

However, nothing is truly eternal, all things come to an end — Xue Qilin's clothes seem to have come to an end today.

After taking off the undergarment and putting it on top of the folded clothes, Xue Qilin looked at Xihe again.

“Okay, let's –”

Somehow, Xihe seems surprised.

“Why are you staring at me with wide open eyes?”

Xihe looked at Xue Qilin top to bottom. As if the other party's gazes has materialized, Xue Qilin feels her skin tickle.

“Your figure is better than I imagined.”

“What?”

How did the topic jump here all of a sudden? Xue Qilin is dumbfounded.

In the reflection of Xihe's eyes, the graceful figure of the half-naked Xue Qilin doesn't resemble that of a la.s.s who appears to be less than 14 years old.

The skin is fair, delicate, crystal clear; the waist is small; the b.u.t.tocks are round. And the most striking are probably her legs — the lines are symmetrical and perfect, and the proportions are just right. Although the chest covered by her long hair is far from impressive, but it is inexplicably well-coordinated with the la.s.s's pet.i.te body.

With her ethereal breath, she seems like she's an article of divine craftsmans.h.i.+p.

After her gaze made the third round trip on Xue Qilin's body, Xihe finally looked away. Being stared up and down, Xue Qilin has long since blushed.

“You should take pride.”

Take pride in what? Xue Qilin wanted to ask this, but her intuition told her not to.

Suddenly, a cold tactile sensation came from her back, and Xue Qilin shrank her neck involuntarily.

“It's cold! Why are your hands so cold?”

“It's not that my hands are cold, but that your wounds are getting hot. I'll apply some medicine.”

Xihe sprinkled a powder made of some unknown herbs onto Xue Qilin's wounds.

“It seems to be quite effective…”

Xue Qilin felt a cool sensation on her back and the faint itchy feeling subside.

“This is a powder made from White Dragon Tongue flower, it has a good healing effect on external wounds.”

“Oh, I see…”

Xihe patted Xue Qilin's shoulder gently.