Journey to the End of the Night-Chapter 1338 - 859: Open Your Mouth

Zheng Siyan’s smile was both eerie and confident. He had entered the ninth grade of the Path of Seeking for several years already.

His reputation soared like a crane, and most people knew that this talented Young Sect Master of the Ghost Sect was merely a moment away from breaking through.

But Yin Baishuang, being only sixteen this year, had barely entered the eighth-grade realm. The gap between the two was not something that could be bridged in a short time.

This seemingly fair bet was indeed extremely unfair!

Baili An squinted his eyes, the impatience in his clear gaze flaring up and then fading away. He chuckled softly and said, "If this is true, I very much look forward to the day the bet is concluded."

If Yin Baishuang really made such a bet with him, he believed she must be confident she could surpass Zheng Siyan.

Even if the whole world did not believe in her, thinking she would lose and then obediently marry him, Baili An still believed in her wholeheartedly.

Such a calm yet confident smile hit Zheng Siyan hard, causing him to say no more, and he watched as Su Guanhai departed in a blaze. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

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Su Guanhai said his wife’s cooking becomes unpalatable when it goes cold.

But in reality, the dishes Li Bansheng made, whether hot or cold, were not something a normal person could eat without changing expression.

Of course, only Su Guanhai could eat them with a face full of resignation.

As for Baili An, he was covered in wounds and was arranged to recuperate and apply medicine in the secluded garden, thus avoiding the ordeal.

"Your father is very annoying," Su Jing said, sitting on her usual small stool by the bed, watching Wen Hanwei apply medicine to Baili An.

Although she wanted to help, Wen Hanwei strongly opposed and rejected her.

Though neither of them were adept at caregiving, Wen Hanwei at least only lacked common medicinal knowledge. With the herbal medicine ground by the Medicine Immortal, she simply applied it gently, her touch quite tender.

But Su Jing was different; she not only didn’t know how to use medicine, but her actions also lacked restraint.

Since childhood, she wasn’t good at raising small animals, typically causing any she raised to die.

Wen Hanwei naturally didn’t trust her to apply medicine to someone, impatiently waving her hand to send her off to the small stool to stay put.

Wen Hanwei’s fair fingertips were stained with the green, slightly moist herb fragments, and she looked helplessly at Baili An, who had taken off his shirt, his eyes dull, and sighed softly: "I’ve heard about the Sword Sect’s Sect Master. I don’t deny that in the orthodoxy of the Immortal Path, he is a great person, but as a father, he isn’t a good one."

Baili An’s eyes moved slightly, his expression dimming as he lowered his head: "But I... am not a good son."

"Wrong!" Wen Hanwei gently applied the ground herbal medicine to the raw wounds on his body, her amber eyes very serious:

"It’s just that you didn’t meet his expectations. But this doesn’t mean you aren’t working hard. This isn’t your fault; the Sword Master was too obsessed."

Baili An said nothing, but as soon as he lowered his head, his chin was gently grasped by Wen Hanwei’s cool, jade-like fingers, forcing him to lift his head.

She extended a long index finger, the pad bearing the warm fragments of herbal medicine, two fingers gently lifting his chin.

Her smooth thumb pad grazed across the split in the corner of Baili An’s mouth, and she softly said, "Ah~ Open your mouth, apply medicine."

Baili An’s eyes showed hesitation, but he obediently opened his mouth.

The fingers carrying the cool herbal fragments unhesitatingly entered his mouth, gently and carefully applying it to his wounded tongue.

The fingertip was very soft. Having wielded a sword long-term, Wen Hanwei did not have the usual habit of keeping her nails manicured like normal women.

Her nails were always kept neatly rounded, making it convenient for applying medicine.

However, the herbal medicine was somewhat irritating, and as it touched the wound, his tongue tingled and itched slightly.

Baili An furrowed his brows, quite uncomfortable with the sensation in his mouth, instinctively tightening his mouth and lightly holding the slender finger.

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Wen Hanwei’s amber eyes widened slightly, but she showed no sign of annoyance. Her typically cold and beautiful face showed little change in expression. She stopped her actions, blinking at Baili An.

When Su Jing’s gaze fell on the finger that was being held, she huffed coldly, her dark face looking extremely displeased.

Baili An looked slightly embarrassed but then released it.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Hanwei asked.

Baili An, with a mouthful of bitter herbal fragments, mumbled indistinctly, "It’s okay."

"Open your mouth, let me see the wound." Wen Hanwei dipped her fingers in the herbal medicine again.

Baili An let out an ah and opened his mouth wide.

Wen Hanwei examined closely for a moment, frowning slightly: "Are you a fool? That was the Divine Spear Lei Wu, ranked among the top fifty divine weapons in the world! Yet, you foolishly bit down on it; do you not want your tongue?"

Baili An felt slightly upset: "What use is a tongue? Whether I speak or not, he will not believe me."

Wen Hanwei frowned deeper, her gaze on Baili An softening slightly.

She still held his chin gently: "Alright, don’t be angry, don’t be angry." Her manner was somewhat teasingly playful, yet neither of them noticed.

Perhaps it was the rare sight of Baili An in a state of depression that she witnessed, stirring within her the common maternal instinct of women. Slightly bending down, her cherry lips parted slightly, and as if to soothe and comfort, she gently... blew softly on the wound inside his mouth.