Her internal organs felt as though they had been seared by fire. Waves of pain pulsed through her, and each breath tugged at her lungs, bringing a dull ache.
She struggled to sit up, but Lin Xuan gently pressed her back onto the bed.
His deep gaze, carrying a hint of barely detectable scrutiny, fell on her chest, rising and falling with her ragged breaths.
"Lie still. Don't move." As Lin Xuan spoke, his hand was already reaching for the buttons of her fitted clothes.
Qin Hongmian's phoenix eyes flew open, and her body trembled slightly with shock.
A faint blush spread across her pale face.
"You... What are you trying to do?!"
Her voice was weak and hoarse, but beneath it simmered anger and humiliation on the verge of erupting.
She glared at Lin Xuan as though she wanted to tear him apart.
But his fingers weren't the least bit affected. He undid her buttons with brisk, practiced movements.
His long, strong fingers deftly slipped off her black outer robe, revealing the equally formfitting garment beneath.
He lifted his eyes and met her beautiful gaze, furious yet tinged with fear. Calmly, he said:
"Healing your injuries."
"Healing... Why... do you have to..." Qin Hongmian's words caught in her throat.
She wanted to ask why healing her required taking off her clothes, and why he could so casually commit such an outrageous act.
But Lin Xuan moved too quickly, giving her no chance to demand an explanation.
Her eyes seemed ready to spit fire, yet her condition left her powerless to resist.
All she could do was watch as Lin Xuan's hands smoothly stripped away her black undergarment.
A strange chill swept across her skin, followed by an even more intense sense of shame.
Lin Xuan's movements were utterly unhurried,