Her big eyes widened round, filled with suspicion that plainly asked, "Are you trying to fool me?"
Lin Xuan said seriously, "When have I ever lied to you? This is a sacred medicine that can only be encountered by chance, never sought. Others would kill to have it. Be good and focus. Whether your illness can be cured depends on how well you perform."
Hearing him speak with such certainty, Zhong Ling still felt somewhat shy and doubtful, but she believed him seven or eight parts out of ten.
I eat it often enough anyway. Since Brother Xuan says it's medicine, then it must be medicine.
With that thought, the little girl's gaze grew more resolute.
For the sake of curing her illness, and for the sake of making Brother Xuan comfortable, she began working even harder.
The temperature in the room gradually rose.
"Slurp... gulp..."
The faint sounds of moisture and swallowing were especially clear in the quiet morning.
Outside, Mu Wanqing did not continue practicing her swordsmanship.
She sheathed her longsword and had originally intended to return to her own room, but as she passed Lin Xuan's door, her steps unconsciously slowed.
This residence was only temporary, and its walls had poor soundproofing. Moreover, as a martial artist, her senses were exceptionally sharp. The embarrassing noises coming from within entered her ears without restraint.
Mu Wanqing was not an ignorant little girl. Though she herself had never experienced such things, Lin Xuan had "ambushed" her that night and made her use her mouth on him.
She knew perfectly well what those sounds meant.
"Mm... Brother Xuan... deeper..."
Hearing Zhong Ling's muffled murmur faintly through the door, Mu Wanqing's pretty face beneath her veil instantly flushed scarlet, as though it had been set ablaze.
"So early in the morning...