He lowered his head to inspect his thigh again. Fortunately, although he had been bitten, he had suffered no fatal injury. The skin seemed slightly broken, but the wound was shallow, and he could still make out the teeth marks. Le Yao, oh, Le Yao, you certainly knew where to bite-right into a boneless bit of flesh. Lucky nothing happened this time. If that bite had damaged something, who the hell would I demand compensation from? A physician can hardly heal himself. I couldn't perform replantation surgery on myself!
His nose had suffered the worst. Murong Feiyan's punch, delivered in a fury of embarrassment, had left Hu Xiaotian seeing stars. The thought was thoroughly depressing. Those two girls had taken every advantage of him, and he had ended up getting punched to boot. Although his nose wasn't broken, it had swollen up, red and considerably larger than usual, making him look like a clown.
Hu Xiaotian washed the blood off his body, but he couldn't wash away the grievance in his heart. Who did I ever offend to deserve this rotten luck? Still, there had been something worth savoring. At least being on Le Yao's bed just now had felt pretty good. The fellow closed his eyes, reliving that tender scene, when another knock sounded outside. At this late hour, it could only be Murong Feiyan.
Hu Xiaotian asked warily, "Who is it?"
"Are you hungry?" Murong Feiyan asked. Unlike her usual cold tone, her voice sounded quite gentle.
Hu Xiaotian thought he had misheard. "A little." He privately wondered what Murong Feiyan really wanted by coming over so late.
"I still have some pastries here. Come to my room," Murong Feiyan said softly. Then he heard her footsteps retreat.
Hu Xiaotian was both surprised and delighted. He climbed out