"You're injured."
As she pushed open the door, Ye Qingshi was surprised to see four deep-purple fist-shaped bruises on Fang Can's chest.
"They're just minor injuries. They'll heal soon." Fang Can sat cross-legged and replied casually.
That was indeed the case. With the yielding, coiling, springing, and shaking power of the Tiger-Subduing Dragon-Taming Golden Body combined with Dissipating Force, most of the force had been deflected or dispelled.
The punch should have shattered his breastbone, but it had only left several dark bruises. After half a day of self-repair, they had faded from black to purplish blue. By morning, his skin would be fair again.
"Do you want me to apply some medicine?" Ye Qingshi couldn't help asking. As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them, thinking she shouldn't have let her guard down.
"No need. It's late. Just light a few candles." Fang Can spoke indifferently.
As Ye Qingshi lit the candles, Fang Can could feel his cells absorbing the excess heat from the candlelight, little by little, and transforming it into the purest life energy to heal his injuries.
Watching his handsome profile flicker in the candlelight, the girl drew a quiet breath and moved closer to Fang Can. "I'm going to sleep. You can focus on cultivating."
After speaking, she slipped off her dainty embroidered shoes and obediently curled up beneath the covers, leaving her back to Fang Can. The whole thing felt so natural that even she found it strange.
The first time was awkward; the second was easier. All night, Ye Qingshi felt none of her earlier panic or unease. She treated Fang Can beside her like a handsome wooden statue, let her thoughts wander, and soon fell fast asleep.
The night passed without incident. When Ye Qingshi woke at dawn, the