Hua Jieyu

Hua Jieyu saw that Su Xuan's gaze did not waver in the slightest. Surprised, she slowly straightened up, and the seductive look on her face faded somewhat.

"I received word that you lost to the Wang Family's newly appointed Young Master. Where are you hurt?" Hua Jieyu asked with apparent concern.

"It's only an internal injury," Su Xuan said, afraid of being mocked, and thus did not explain further.

"Only an internal injury? But your blood and Qi are weak and unsteady. You've clearly lost too much blood," Hua Jieyu said after giving him a once-over.

"It really is only an internal injury," Su Xuan insisted.

Hua Jieyu could not help feeling suspicious. Her beautiful eyes continued to examine Su Xuan, until she suddenly noticed blood seeping through a spot on his clothes.

Hua Jieyu immediately understood. So that was where he was injured. No wonder he showed no reaction just now—it was his problem. I thought my charm had declined.

Su Xuan felt somewhat uncomfortable under Hua Jieyu's scrutiny and urged, "Transfer some Spiritual Qi cultivated through the Yin Moon Demon Art to me and help me heal."

"Spiritual Qi cultivated through the Yin Moon Demon Art is very precious. How do you plan to repay me afterward?" Hua Jieyu asked with a soft laugh.

"You're my woman. How else can a man repay his own woman?" Su Xuan cast Hua Jieyu an ambiguous look.

"You're so naughty." Out of habit, Hua Jieyu gave a coquettish laugh, a faint blush appearing on her face. Yet inwardly, she thought, You're already crippled. What can you even do?

Besides, she was still far from the point of entrusting herself to him.

Even now, she had never even allowed Su Xuan to hold her hand.

Su Xuan stood above his peers in