He tried to stand, but the pain was unbearable.
"Ugh..."
With a muffled groan, he slumped back down.
It hurt like hell!
Bai Yuqing hesitated for two seconds, then suddenly bent down and scooped him up.
Xiao Qinghe: "!!!"
This was going too far!
"Master, you mustn't!"
Bai Yuqing frowned. "Who taught you to push yourself like this? It wasn't me."
Even so, you didn't have to carry me bridal-style!
I'm a man, damn it!
Xiao Qinghe looked as though he had been struck by lightning.
Bai Yuqing paused, his movements growing gentler, even his voice softening. "Does it hurt that much?"
Xiao Qinghe, a grown-ass man, was too ashamed to face anyone. He silently buried his face in Bai Yuqing's chest and pretended to be an ostrich.
Only his two exposed ears glowed bright red.
They were terribly cute.
Bai Yuqing blinked. Even after setting him on the bed, his gaze remained fixed on those two bright red ears.
For some inexplicable reason, he reached over and gave one a pinch.
The sensation was curious.
It was warm and a little springy, making his fingers itch.
Something seemed to scratch at his heart, too.
A tingling, ticklish feeling.
"Master?" Xiao Qinghe was dumbfounded.
Was Master perhaps, possibly, probably feeling him up?
Surely he was imagining things?!
"Ahem..." Bai Yuqing cleared his throat and got up to fetch the ointment.
Only, something was off about the way he moved.
Xiao Qinghe hesitated before quietly pointing it out. "Master, you're moving the arm and leg on the same side together..."
Bai Yuqing: "..."
Thud...
Not only was he moving awkwardly, he also bumped into the corner of the table.
For the noble, coolly aloof Chief Seat of the Demon-Slaying Sect, this was unprecedented.
Bai Yuqing glared at the table corner as