White Vine vs. Black Panther (2)

Yu Tu suspected nothing.

As soon as Lu Xiaojiu finished speaking, the five fingers of Yu Tu's right hand transformed into White Vines, effortlessly winding around Lu Xiaojiu's waist.

Lu Xiaojiu's feet left the ground, and he was soon placed on a reclining chair woven from vines beside them.

He lay down along with the motion.

As he looked into Yu Tu's clear, clean face with his dark eyes, he knew he should not be feeling this way, yet he simply could not control the stirrings in his heart.

Even the blood in his body seemed to boil at that moment.

Yu Tu walked up to Lu Xiaojiu, bent down, and raised his hand, bringing with him a gust of natural fragrance.

His wide sleeve brushed over Lu Xiaojiu's face, and a few soft black strands rubbed against his neck. His breathing grew slightly heavy.

The next second, a cool palm pressed against Lu Xiaojiu's forehead. "You're burning up. Do you have a fever?"

As Yu Tu spoke, a slender White Vine slipped in through Lu Xiaojiu's collar and headed straight for his chest.

Lu Xiaojiu let out a soft groan.

This sound was different from the pain caused by his injuries. It sounded a little strange, and Yu Tu shot Lu Xiaojiu a surprised glance.

The White Vine continued to wander over Lu Xiaojiu's chest. Lu Xiaojiu pressed his thin lips together, thinking that he did have a fever—but this was the kind of fever men got.

Lu Xiaojiu had lived for twenty-four years, yet this was the first time he understood what "shyness" meant. Even his tongue felt a little twisted.

"Y-You... stop touching me."

"You aren't injured?"

"...No external injuries."

"I can treat internal injuries."

The White Vine twitched. Lu Xiaojiu shot upright with a swish and