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What, He Confessed His Feelings to Me???
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"I'm sorry, little one."
With a swift motion, Ling Yuanyuan closed her eyes and brought the knife down forcefully, blood gushing out in an instant.
She silently prayed, "Amitabha," and thought to herself, "Little Frog, please don't blame me. My master can't bear to practice surgery on a living creature, so I have no choice but to resort to this. Just hang in there; once I take you to my master, you'll have a chance at life."
Suddenly, a deep male voice echoed in the air. "Yuanyuan, you're still young; who would have thought you could be so cruel?"
A man floated gracefully to her side.
He moved lightly, as if walking on the wind.
Raising his hand, he quickly pressed several acupoints on her body. He then picked up the frog and clicked his tongue in sympathy. "What a pity, Little Frog. Let me send you off properly."
As he spoke, the man skillfully built a fire and placed the frog on it to roast, turning it occasionally to ensure even cooking.
Ling Yuanyuan was immobilized by the pressure on her acupoints; she couldn't speak or move. All she could do was widen her eyes and make muffled sounds filled with anger and anxiety, her body trembling slightly as she tried to break free from the restraint.
"What’s your name?" The man released her from her silence.
"My name is Ling Yuanyuan!" she shouted angrily, her face flushed and her chest heaving as she yelled.
The man was taken aback for a moment; he had intended to ask what she was grumbling about but then smiled, finding her quite amusing.
"This young lady is quite pretty, yet her methods are so ruthless. Not only did you disembowel a lively little creature, but you also intended to stab it with needles. If left unchecked, who knows how many lives you might endanger?"
The man settled comfortably by the fire, his long legs casually splayed on either side. He continuously turned the frogs that were nearly ready to be roasted, a slight smirk playing on his handsome face as he sighed with exaggerated regret, though a hint of teasing sparkled in his eyes.
"You..." Ling Yuanyuan was so furious she could barely speak. "Ugh, once that frog goes into your pig's belly, it's doomed. But if I had given it to my master just now, it might have had a chance at survival."
"You've already gutted it; how can it possibly live?" The man scoffed, a slight curl of disdain lifting the corners of his mouth.
"Ugh." Ling Yuanyuan couldn't be bothered to respond to him. She turned her head away, her face filled with disgust.
"Wait, who is your master?" The man suddenly seemed to remember something, sitting up straight with a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.
"Ghost Hand Saint Doctor Ling Qian." Every time Ling Yuanyuan mentioned her master's name, she was filled with excitement and pride, her chest puffed out high and her eyes shining with reverence.
Upon hearing the name Ling Qian, the man quickly rushed over, swiftly untying her pressure points and enthusiastically brushing off the dust from her clothes. With a playful grin, he said, "Oh, so it's little junior sister! What a surprise—it's like the flood washed over Dragon King Temple; family members don’t recognize each other."
Under the dim light of a small oil lamp, Ling Qian was deeply engrossed in reading a medical book.
His profile appeared somewhat stern, his fair complexion exuding an air of aloofness and an innate nobility that suggested he was above worldly concerns. Though he was only a few years older than her, he carried himself with such composure and competence.
He sat quietly, his brow slightly furrowed as he immersed himself in the world of medicine, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.
"Master, here are the insoles I made for you."
Ling Yuanyuan mumbled softly as she walked over lightly and handed him the insoles she had crafted. They had multiple layers and were embroidered with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in water.
Her eyes held a hint of shyness and anticipation as she slightly lowered her head, unable to meet Ling Qian's gaze.
"Oh." Ling Qian still did not look up, but in an instant, he dropped his eyes again. This subtle movement made Ling Yuanyuan's heart race.
"Go to bed early," he said softly, his voice carrying a touch of concern.
A wave of warmth washed over Ling Yuanyuan; he cared for her and wanted her to sleep early. Happily, she walked toward her bedroom, her steps light like a cheerful little bird.
The room was pitch black, and Ling Yuanyuan couldn't be bothered to turn on the light. She simply shed her outer clothing and burrowed under the covers.
In the darkness, she suddenly found herself staring into a pair of clear, bright eyes. Then, a warm hand reached out from beneath the blanket and firmly wrapped around her waist.
That hand slid up her back, gentle yet carrying a hint of assertiveness.
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