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Meng Fuyao let out an ”Ah”.

”I heard that you trespassed the Changhan Secret Forest, raided the Gun Tribe's ancient tombs, fought against Cloud Soul and Mist, winning and losing, winning and losing, breaking a front tooth, filling your entire body with scars. How heroic, how brave, worthy of adoration! Your servant has only heard these stories and has been thinking about it, dreaming about it, wanting to witness it himself, but he knows he's not worthy of asking for it.”

Meng Fuyao's mouth fell wide open, her saliva almost dripping out. 'What, what, what, what is he saying? He, he, he, he looks like he's angry? Why, why, why, why is he angry? Wasn't he not angry earlier so why is he suddenly angry now?'

Zhangsun Wuji continued giving her his usual elegant and amiable smile. ”It's such a rare occasion today that the great general has allowed your humble servant to witness the scars of your heroic deeds. Your servant extends his utmost gratitude…”

'What, what, what, what did he mean?' Meng Fuyao thought hard for a long moment before realizing, ”Ah! You want to take off my clothes!”

”Wrong.” Zhangsun Wuji continued smiling as he corrected her, ”I want to see the general's wounds with my own eyes.”

”What difference is there- Ahhh…!” Meng Fuyao cried out, ”Zhangsun Wuji, you're such a scoundrel, if you try to touch my clothes, I'll drown you—”

”Whoosh—”

The ferocious, murderous General Meng was shocked motionless.

She suddenly felt a cooling sensation tickle her back as a breeze blew in through the unclosed window. That feeling made her confirm—her clothes had really been taken off!

Meng Fuyao immediately opened her mouth, ready to scream when a certain someone instantly tapped on her vital point, effectively cutting her voice.

Meng Fuyao bit hard into her pillow as she cursed Zhangsun Wuji, 'Did you eat the wrong medicine today or have you suddenly developed such urges, taking off my clothes in the middle of the day? I've lost my spring, nobody had ever seen my beautiful back which I've maintained for eighteen years, ahhh…'

A slightly cool finger pressed against her back, as though there was ointment on the tip of the finger, cooling and smooth, rubbing over her various scars. The finger moved over each scar carefully, its touch extremely light and gentle like the wind gently ripping over water, igniting a certain feeling against her skin, spreading directly to the depths of her heart.

Meng Fuyao stiffened slightly and bit her lip, her fingers curling discreetly around the blanket covering her bottom half.

The rays of the sun shone through the window as specks of dust danced in the air, creating a kind of warm, hazy effect. Under the rays sat an elegant man, his fingers gently caressing a woman's scar-ridden back—her skin was clear and translucent, the curves of her back exquisite like a finely crafted porcelain vase, yet the scars marred its perfection. The man gazed deeply at those faint red scars with a hint of pain in his eyes, as though burning their imprint into his memory.

There was an inexplicable heaviness in the air, and in its density, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt a little guilty and a little surprised as she slowly let go of the pillow she was biting.

After a long time, the person whose fingers were massaging her scars slowly finally spoke, ”Fuyao, I won't stop you from wanting to live life vivaciously. Although I don't agree with it, I also won't stop you from pushing yourself to your limits every time. However, I really don't like the fact that you always have to do everything to the extreme. I don't like that you know how to treasure others yet you don't know how to treasure yourself, that with regards to such things, you could have done it some other way, yet you always have to use the most dramatic and extreme methods to do it. For example, you went hunting today, if you wanted to earn the trust of Zhan Nancheng, why did you still have to injure yourself? Was it just because you wanted to leave an even deeper impression? Tell me, are you worth it?”

Meng Fuyao felt her eyes moisten. 'I didn't have my weapon with me then… I wasn't thinking so much then…'

'Then again…' She blinked guiltily, it seemed like she could have avoided getting injured…'Damnit, how is Zhangsun Wuji not tired of living, even worrying about me hitting too violently?'

”Fuyao, you can be fearless and brave, but you shouldn't seek fights and be too vicious. I just want you to treasure yourself more unless you want me to say another string of nonsense,” Zhangsun Wuji finished applying ointment on the scars and kept the bottle before continuing quietly, ”Have you ever thought about how I feel when I hear your words and see these scars?”

Meng Fuyao lowered her eyes, her gaze flitting about as she refused to meet Zhangsun Wuji's eyes… 'Fine, I was wrong, I won't be petty about you seeing me, big brother can you return me my clothes now?'

However, the person got up gracefully, tucked the medicine bottle in his robes and adjusted his sleeves, saying lightly, ”I know you're a stubborn person who always can't listen to what others say, so to leave a deeper impression… You can put on your clothes yourself.”

Thereafter, he drifted out the room, leaving Meng Fuyao raging. 'You've tapped on my vital point so how am I supposed to put on my clothes!?'

Just as he reached the doorway, Zhangsun Wuji suddenly stopped, and Meng Fuyao rejoiced, thinking that he had remembered to release the lock on her vital points. However, he merely leaned against the door frame, looking as if he had just thought about it and said, ”Oh right, next time if you endanger your life needlessly again, I'll treat you as such.” With that, he flicked his finger and left.

Meng Fuyao grimaced as she looked up at the sky—he had only unlocked her voice, clearly forcing her to ask Ya Lanzhu for help, and given Ya Lanzhu's personality, she would definitely laugh for at least half a month. Thus, her impression of this incident would inevitably be even deeper.

Wasn't it that her mouth was a little too fast and she said the wrong things… Alas!

He truly was a vicious man!