Su Lang looked at the back of Ning Xiang's hand. "Keep it dry for the next two days."
Ning Xiang: Huh? Since when was I this delicate? Is Senior Brother this nice to every girl? He must be!
Su Lang: "..." Once he had finished applying the medicine, he released her hand without the slightest unnecessary movement. "I'll come back tomorrow to apply more medicine."
"Mm, there's no need. My other hand works perfectly fine. You should treat Tingchao instead, Senior Brother. His injuries are worse."
"How can he compare to you? You're a girl. It wouldn't be good if it scarred."
Huh?
Perhaps she might have been left with scars when she was little and her cultivation was weak, but surely that wouldn't happen now?
Ning Xiang looked at the back of her hand, which had only suffered a scrape. Even she was beginning to wonder whether it might leave a scar.
"Rest. I'll play you a tune and leave once you're asleep." With that, Su Lang took out the Nine Splendors Phoenix-Felling Flute.
Lying on her side, Ning Xiang watched Senior Brother sit upright in the chair beside her, his fingertips dancing nimbly over the Jade Flute.
The melody wound and turned, lilting and graceful.
People said a flute's voice was a mournful, lingering sob, but Senior Brother's music was filled with an upright purity, like a spring breeze turning to rain, nourishing all things without a sound.
Taking advantage of the fact that Senior Brother wasn't looking at her, Ning Xiang stared at Su Lang without restraint.
Senior Brother's hair is so black and shiny. I wonder how he takes care of it.
*Senior Brother's hands are beautiful, too. I held one last time, but I didn't get a chance to really feel what it was like.