"Feng-mei... come in for a second~"
A hoarse, weak voice drifted out from the room, finally startling Wu Feng awake as she slept leaning against the doorframe.
"Slap! Slap!"
Wu Feng, what on earth have you done?!
The young girl raised her hand and gave herself two slaps, burning with pain. Wu Feng, you are the person closest to the Young Master besides her parents!
At a time like this, how could you fall asleep?!
"Feng-mei..."
The soft call rang out once more, the tail-end trembling and growing several shades softer than before.
Listening to the feeble, hoarse sound within, Wu Feng tightened her grip inwardly, hurriedly picking up the cup of water from the table by the corridor and walking inside.
Ning Tian's other hand was clutching the stasis-removing, blood-activating ointment for dear life.
She stood silent before the door for a moment, gently bit her lower lip, pushed the door open just a crack, and crept in bent at the waist.
Wu Feng's pretty face flushed red enough to drip blood, filtering out those obscure sounds layer by layer.
Amid the continuous sound of running water, she sharply caught her Young Master's soft moans.
Young Master... Wu Feng is coming to save you right now!
Following the sound, she crawled forward step by step like a turtle, closing her eyes and kneeling on both knees as she cautiously held out the water cup.
"..."
"Young Master? Drink up-!"
"Feng-mei, can you... not... feed me?" A series of delicate, trembling whispers came across.
Wu Feng felt a bit puzzled and slowly opened her eyes. Not daring to look at Ning Tian and Tang Qi, she could only fix her gaze straight ahead.
And ahead lay a huge dressing mirror. Under the laws of reflection, two blushes instantly bloomed across