Red Ocean's "Proper" Healing

In the lobby of the Rose Hotel, the farce concluded with Dai Mubai's pathetic flight.

The front desk manager handed over the room card with trembling hands, terrified that the young man in white, who had sent the young master Dai kneeling without even lifting a finger, might find some fault.

"Su... Young Master Su, here is your room card. The top floor, Red Ocean."

Su Yun took the card and turned around, his gaze sweeping across the lobby to land on the stubborn black-clad figure at the entrance.

The rain was still falling outside. Zhu Zhuqing was drenched, her leather outfit clinging tightly to her body and outlining breathtaking curves, yet that slender figure appeared exceptionally lonely amidst the wind and rain.

She had not left.

Or rather, in a city where she had no kin and her fiancé had utterly disappointed her, she had no idea where else to go.

"Brother Su Yun, that big sister looks so pitiful."

Xiao Wu tugged at Su Yun's sleeve. Although she was prone to jealousy, as a hundred-thousand-year Rogue Rabbit, she possessed an intuitive perception of good and evil.

She could feel that the woman at the door was radiating a sense of deathly silence that had reached the depths of despair.

Besides, that golden-haired tiger from earlier was disgusting; the enemy of an enemy was a friend, after all!

Su Yun gave Xiao Wu an "I understand" look, then stepped toward the entrance.

"Miss Zhu."

Su Yun stopped three paces away from Zhu Zhuqing, maintaining a distance that was neither offensive nor threatening, allowing her to feel secure.

"If you don't mind, come inside and rest first."

"In your current state, you probably aren't in the mood to look for another hotel, and besides..."

Su Yun's gaze swept over her left leg. Although it was covered by black trousers, the imperceptible stagger she had shown when turning around earlier had not escaped his eyes.

"You've traveled a long way and are injured. If you don't treat it promptly and it leaves a permanent ailment, how will you ever be able to trample the person who forced you into this position under your feet?"

Zhu Zhuqing snapped her head up, a flicker of astonishment crossing her cold eyes.

He noticed?

Dai Mubai had been so close to me earlier and hadn't even realized I was injured.

Yet this man, whom I have only met once, discovered it?

"I..."

Zhu Zhuqing was about to refuse, but the Diary Copy in her arms grew slightly warm, as if reminding her of something.

Trust?

She looked into Su Yun's clear (feigned) and sincere eyes, and, as if possessed, she nodded.

"...Sorry to intrude."

Third floor, Red Ocean suite.

The moment the door opened, the expressions of all three shifted subtly.

It was truly a suite designed for romance.

A vast expanse of ambiguous pink greeted them, with blush-inducing decorative paintings hanging on the walls and a massive, heart-shaped waterbed covered in rose petals in the center of the hall.

The air was thick with aphrodisiac incense, and even the lighting was a dim, warm hue.

"Wow!"

Xiao Wu's eyes widened as she curiously poked the waterbed.

"Brother Su Yun, this bed is so soft! It's like jelly!"

Zhu Zhuqing's originally pale face flushed bright red, and she stood at the doorway, caught in a dilemma.

This was the room Dai Mubai liked best?

As expected... he was indecent!

Consequently, the look she gave Su Yun took on a strange quality.

Su Yun coughed, maintaining his composure to dissolve the awkwardness.

"Ahem, don't mind the details. This is the best hotel in the city; only rooms like this have the best security and soundproofing."

"Xiao Wu, go open the window to let some air in. This scent is too overpowering."

"Miss Zhu, please, make yourself at home."

After speaking, Su Yun walked over to the sofa and sat down, pulling out his Diary with practiced ease.

At a time like this, he had to use his writing to consolidate his gains and, incidentally, soothe the frightened little wildcat.

[Date: X Year, X Month, X Day. Night. Heavy rain.]

[Successfully checked into Red Ocean. Although the room is indecent, the person is decent.]

[Seeing this girl Zhu Zhuqing drenched to the bone is truly heart-wrenching.]

[Though she appears cold and aloof on the outside like a hedgehog, she is actually more insecure than anyone else deep down.]

Growing up in that kind of family environment, being hunted by her own sister, and pinning her only hope on a fiancé who turned out to be a coward who only knew how to run away.

Anyone in her position would have had a mental breakdown.

Besides, looking at the way she walked just now, her left leg must be injured. Was it left behind while trying to escape the pursuit of the Nether Civet family?

Sigh, it's a waste on that blind fool Dai Mubai.

Such a wonderful girl, such... ahem, such wonderful legs, and he actually doesn't know how to cherish them.

If it were me, I would definitely hold her in the palm of my hand, afraid she might melt.

Forget it, I'm a decent person; I just want to help her apply medicine. After all, I have the god-tier golden sore medicine rewarded by the system, the kind that leaves no scars.

After all, for a girl's legs, if they were left with scars, it would be a terrible waste of heaven's gifts.

On the other side of the room.

Zhu Zhuqing sat on a chair, clutching the Diary Copy tightly in her hand.

Looking at the words appearing on it, her originally cold heart felt as if it had been injected with a warm current.

"Lack of security..."

"Hunted by her own sister..."

"Doesn't know how to cherish..."

Every sentence precisely poked at the softest, most aggrieved parts of her heart.

So, in this world, there really was someone who could understand her bitterness and her pain.

He even kept the injury on her leg in mind.

"I'm a decent person..."

Seeing this sentence, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but glance at Su Yun, who was sitting on the sofa with a serious expression (though he was actually peeking). A faint, subtle arc curled at the corner of her mouth.

Would a decent person write "such wonderful legs"?

However...

She didn't hate it.

It was even ten thousand times more pleasing to the eye than the hypocritical "deep affection" of Dai Mubai.

"Miss Zhu?"

Su Yun closed the diary, and an exquisite porcelain bottle appeared in his hand; it was the Muscle-Regenerating Jade Bone Paste he had obtained from signing in earlier.

"I noticed it's not very convenient for you to walk. Is there an injury on your leg?"

"This is a unique secret medicine. It has miraculous effects on sword wounds and injuries caused by soul skills, and it also removes scars and whitens the skin."

"How about... I take a look for you?"

Xiao Wu, who was to the side, also leaned in, blinking her large eyes.

"Big sister, are you hurt? Quickly let Brother Su Yun take a look. Although he's a bit naughty sometimes, his medical skills are excellent!"

(Su Yun: When did I ever have medical skills? That's medicine given by the system!)

Zhu Zhuqing looked at their concerned gazes, and her defenses completely crumbled.

"Th... thank you."

She lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

Under the ambiguous lighting, beside that huge heart-shaped bed, this Nether Civet, known for her coldness, slowly extended her left leg.

Although the black tight leather pants were aesthetically pleasing, they were now an obstacle.

Because the wound was on the outer side of her thigh.

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip, a rosy flush like clouds appearing on her face. With trembling hands, she rolled up the pant leg bit by bit.

As the black fabric moved upward, a calf as white as jade, yet marred by a heart-wrenching wound, was revealed before Su Yun.

The wound was deep, the flesh turned outward and still oozing blood, creating a strong visual impact against the delicate, fair skin surrounding it.

"Hiss..."

Su Yun gasped.

It wasn't because the leg was too beautiful (though it certainly was), but because of the injury.

"With such a severe injury, you were actually able to run all the way here and stand at the door for so long?"

Su Yun frowned, his tone losing some of its teasing and gaining more seriousness and heartache.

"You girl, do you not want your life anymore?"

Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled.

This kind of concern, laced with reproach, made her nose ache, and her eyes instantly turned red.

Dai Mubai would only blame her for being cold and for not understanding romance.

Her sister would only want to kill her.

Never before had anyone been angry because she didn't take care of her own body.

Su Yun didn't waste any more words. He knelt on one knee and gently cleaned the blood around the wound with warm water.

"Bear with it, it might sting a little."

As his fingertips touched that cold, delicate skin, Su Yun's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly suppressed the feeling.

He was a lecher, but he had his bottom line.

Taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state was not something he would do.

What he wanted was for her to submit, both body and soul!

The ointment applied to the wound brought a wave of coolness, and the pain vanished instantly.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the young man before her, diligently applying medicine to her wounds. Watching his profile so close at hand, the ruins in her heart named "Dai Mubai" completely collapsed.

In its place, a new seed began to sprout in silence.

"Su Yun..."

She spoke suddenly, her voice somewhat hoarse.

"Hmm?" Su Yun didn't even look up. "What is it? Does it hurt?"

"No."

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head, her gaze fixed on him with determination:

"That Shrek Academy... I'm not going."

"You said before that you wanted to 'rectify the workplace'?"

"Count me in."

"I want to see what this future you speak of is really like."

Su Yun's hand paused, then he looked up, revealing his signature wicked grin:

"Alright."

"But once you've boarded my pirate ship, there's no getting off."

"Especially..."

Su Yun cast a meaningful glance at her long leg, where her pant leg had been rolled up:

"There's interest to pay if you try to get a refund."

Zhu Zhuqing's face flushed, but instead of pulling her leg back, she whispered:

"As you wish."