“However, you still have wounds.”
Tong Sui hesitated, feeling torn. Bai Xingluo’s gentle words slowly calmed him, but his mind kept replaying those bloody images.
To Bai Xingluo, these concerns seemed trivial; if anything could make him feel better, it would surely be Tong Sui himself—a strong reassurance.
Just by looking at him, taking a breath, his whole body felt like it was boiling with intensity.
But Tong Sui looked pitiful, with moist eyelashes and the corners of his eyes tinged red with worry.
He protested softly, “Luo Luo, please don’t move around; I might hurt your wound.”
Bai Xingluo held Tong Sui’s hand, deliberately controlling his grip so as not to harm the fragile wrist, yet ensuring he couldn’t escape.
“My lord, you underestimate my resilience.”
He pressed Tong Sui’s hand against his freshly scabbed wound.
“See? It doesn’t hurt at all.”
Tong Sui desperately tried to pull his hand back but was held firmly, unable to free himself.
“Luo Luo, let go.”
It wasn’t right to touch wounds that had barely begun healing.
Tong Sui’s eyes filled with tears, turning redder as he stammered, “If you don’t let go, I, I…”
He struggled for a while, seemingly trying to say something threatening, but the words wouldn’t come.
Bai Xingluo only wanted to groom Tong Sui, helping the anxious cat relax again.
“My lord, let me speak for you, alright?”
Bai Xingluo held his hand, the soft fingertips gliding over the rough scab. It felt like rocks battered repeatedly by the sea—a particularly harsh sensation.
“You fear that you’ll cause me pain, but that kind of interaction brings me joy.”
His fingertips casually brushed against skin beyond those wounds, a different texture—cool, smooth, and slightly firmer than regular skin.
“Even at this moment, you still refuse to accept me?”
Bai Xingluo appeared soaked through, resembling a delicate aquatic plant, soft yet exuding a chill.
Tong Sui felt inexplicably drawn to him, thinking that if he leaned in without hesitation, it might be wonderfully cooling, like a block of ice.
However, the thought of what was coming next made him instinctively want to flee.
“I, I’ll go take a shower.”
He felt cornered, trying to use his innocence and cuteness to charm the mature hunter with the rifle.
But he didn’t realize that such charm wouldn’t soften the hunter’s heart; it could even lead to his swift capture.
Bai Xingluo took hold of his wrist. “No need; you are clean.”
“On the warship, I already sensed it.”
Tong Sui’s face flushed immediately.
He couldn’t cope with such direct words, finding nowhere to hide. His heart, already tumultuous, hung precariously in mid-air.
Bai Xingluo advanced, occupying Tong Sui’s entire field of vision.
His silver hair dampened, intertwining with the little stars on his neck, resembling a small asteroid ready to shine.
“I won’t push you to the limit without your consent.”
His tone was gentle, yet his attitude and actions were resolute.
He intentionally held Tong Sui’s wrist tightly to prevent his escape while simultaneously offering rewards to ease the pressure.
This made Tong Sui gradually forget the hand on his wrist.
When the cold droplets from Bai Xingluo’s hair fell onto Tong Sui’s clothes, they sank in, warming under his body heat.
Bai Xingluo’s sharp features softened, momentarily losing that characteristic chill, wrapped in a depth of warmth.
Tong Sui tilted his head back; the mental control he’d finally grasped now felt like a faulty circuit, losing stability at times.
A faint fragrance embraced Bai Xingluo’s scent, like a charming little plant swaying its branches and leaves.
Suddenly, Bai Xingluo’s expression changed, and he let out a muffled groan.
Startled, Tong Sui hurriedly checked for injuries. “Did I hurt your wound?”
He meticulously inspected, finding no open wounds, finally starting to breathe easier.
As he looked up, he met a pair of profound eyes.
If Bai Xingluo resembled a glimmering asteroid, at that moment, he felt like a contradictory entity.
He harbored the darkest unknown substances of the universe, like an abyss or a black hole, capable of infinitely absorbing surrounding light.
It was unnervingly intimidating.
The more Tong Sui panicked, the less he cared about his own scent.
That scent was nothing to him but was the sweetest comfort for Bai Xingluo.
With this fully evolved premier mental strength, Tong Sui’s entire spiritual domain underwent a thorough cleansing.
He noticed silver insect-like patterns emerging on Bai Xingluo’s skin, starting from the warm sides of his neck, the patterns gradually becoming distinct.
By the time the silver patterns covered Bai Xingluo’s entire upper body, the once visible scars healed at a visibly rapid pace, leaving only faint pink marks.
It was hard to notice unless one looked closely.
Tong Sui was astonished. “How is this possible?”
Bai Xingluo, soaked in sweat, had a shimmering facade. He leaned closer, whispering unsteadily into Tong Sui’s ear.
“My lord, look! It doesn’t hurt at all; your proximity heals my wounds.”
“Really? Is that true?”
Tong Sui’s voice quivered with nervousness.
Bai Xingluo directly pulled Tong Sui’s hand, making him feel the previously uneven wound area, now smooth and delicate, still carrying a lingering warmth from the healing.
“So please, don’t hold back; I need your mental strength.”
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