Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend-Chapter 896 - 765: The Proposal

The explosion was quite powerful, with cauldron pieces shattered into various sizes.

Cleaning up those tiny cauldron fragments was especially difficult.

After finally removing Feng Xun’s outer robe, he remained silent, but his forehead was covered in sweat.

Looking at Feng Xun’s back, which was completely unblemished, Ye Lingyue’s nose tingled with emotion, and she pretended to be angry as she reproached him.

"Next time you encounter this kind of situation, don’t stand in front of me."

Ye Lingyue regretted it greatly; she should have told Feng Xun earlier that she had Hong Meng Heaven and the Qian Cauldron to protect her, and even if faced with an explosion, she could emerge unscathed.

She didn’t need him, nor was she willing, to let him shield her with his flesh and blood.

After saying that, Ye Lingyue bit her tongue at her words about ’next time.’

This time was already difficult enough, how could there possibly be a next time?

Seeing Ye Lingyue’s frustration and heartache, looking as if she wanted to bite off her tongue, Feng Xun’s handsome face broke into a smile.

On his fair face, there was a hint of indulgence.

"If there is a next time, I will still stand before you. Your body shouldn’t have a single scar; it wouldn’t look good."

As he spoke, his slender fingers brushed across Ye Lingyue’s cheek.

The girl’s face was flushed from nervousness, a blend of pink and red, and the feel was quite pleasant, making him reluctant to withdraw his hand.

He gazed at Ye Lingyue, his eyes growing increasingly deep.

Ye Lingyue’s skin was very smooth, like white jade, and he indeed couldn’t bear to see a scar upon it.

Those bloody and violent things, he wished to shield her from all of them.

Ye Lingyue was embarrassed under Feng Xun’s gaze, and she blushed as she lightly slapped his hand away and jumped to her feet.

"Whether it’s good-looking on me or not is none of your business. Don’t move, I’ll get water to clean you up first."

With that said, she covered her face and bolted out like a rabbit.

Seeing her act like a little woman, Feng Xun forgot the pain brought by his wounds altogether.

The room echoed with the sound of a man’s joyful laughter.

Once the woman’s figure completely disappeared, Feng Xun stretched his muscles, his eyes turning dark and his amber eyes shining brightly in the night, like a wild Leopard King.

With a flex of his hands, the muscles on his body tensed with graceful lines, his broad back arching into a half-bow shape.

The primordial power in his body circulated in a small cycle.

With a series of plopping sounds, the fragments embedded in Feng Xun’s back shot out like a rainstorm thanks to his robust primordial power, accompanied by a substantial amount of blood that landed on the ground.

This kind of injury might have seemed severe to Ye Lingyue, but to Ghost Emperor Wu Chong who started licking blood on the knife-edge since his teens, it was just a drizzle.

The reason he didn’t act sooner was that he wanted to see how his little woman was tenderly caring for and supporting him.

However, when he saw Ye Lingyue’s reddened eyes and her heartbroken gaze, he felt heartache too.

Ye Lingyue instructed the waiter to prepare hot water, and by the time she returned, a quarter of an hour had passed.

Long Baobao and Little Wuya hadn’t returned yet, but the City Lord’s Mansion sent someone with a message stating that Long Baobao had won the World’s First Refining competition, and he was taken as a closed-door disciple by the Sifang City Lord.

Long Sixuan was already dead, and the grudge of the Long Family Patriarch and Long Baobao was avenged. Tomorrow morning, the Sifang City Lord would hold a ceremony at the City Lord’s Mansion.

Tonight, the Sifang City Lord and a group of guests would host a banquet at the City Lord’s Mansion. Ye Lingyue declined the invitation due to Feng Xun’s injury, but she promised that once Feng Xun’s wounds improved the next morning, she would attend the ceremony.

After seeing off the people from the City Lord’s Mansion, Ye Lingyue brought in hot water, and upon entering the room, she saw Feng Xun attempting to apply medicine to his back.

"Who allowed you to move? Didn’t you say to let me do it? Where are the fragments behind you?"

Ye Lingyue hurried over and snatched the healing medicine from Feng Xun’s hand.

Looking at Feng Xun’s back again, she discovered the fragments of the cauldron that had been embedded earlier were all gone, leaving her astonished.

"I cleaned them myself; there weren’t many. The skin was just ulcerated, which looked frightening. Let me do it; don’t dirty your hands." Feng Xun replied calmly and attempted to apply the medicine himself but was swatted away by Ye Lingyue.

"I’ve treated your wounds before; I’m not afraid of dirtying my hands." Ye Lingyue, suspicious, checked Feng Xun’s wound again and couldn’t understand how all the fragments had disappeared.

However, there was even more blood flowing, and it seemed he had lost at least a third of it.

Ye Lingyue dared not delay and began washing Feng Xun’s body.

She was fine wiping his wounds, but as she wiped Feng Xun’s chest, her face flushed more and more.

How had she not noticed before that Feng Xun’s skin was so good, and his physique was so well-built?

Moreover, his body seemed different from Wu Zhong’s.

As she wiped, Ye Lingyue muttered to herself.

Unbeknownst to her, being so close to Feng Xun, slowly lowering her head to wipe, allowed Feng Xun to see her pale neck and her silky black hair occasionally brush over his chest.

As her smooth little hands moved here and there, he felt his body grow increasingly heated.

"If you keep wiping like this, my injury might be fine, but I’ll end up catching a cold." Feng Xun’s hoarse voice rasped as he looked at the vexing little woman busy at his front.

Ye Lingyue gave a sudden shiver, raising her head abruptly, and collided directly with Feng Xun’s chin.

She yelped in pain and reached to rub her forehead, only to touch somewhere she shouldn’t have.

Upon looking carefully, she realized she had mistakenly touched Feng Xun’s right chest position, and to her dismay, she noticed that her touch had caused a change there.

She forgot the pain in her forehead and cautiously looked up, meeting Feng Xun’s eyes.

His eyes were burning brightly, and the next moment, Ye Lingyue gasped as her hand was tugged, sending her tumbling into the man’s arms.

A cool, masculine scent enveloped her.

Her lips were captive in a fierce, almost plundering deep kiss; she wanted to protest but found her wrist held hostage.

Under the bright light, their silhouettes intertwined.

Ye Lingyue’s murmurs were swallowed up.

Only when the man, satisfied for the moment, released her lips did he still hold on, half-embracing, half-hugging her within his arms.

Ye Lingyue’s hair was disheveled; her lips swollen, shimmered, giving off a seductive glow.

"It’s all your fault; the wound opened again." Ye Lingyue pushed Feng Xun slightly, not realizing how suggestive her voice sounded in its post-intimacy languor.

Feng Xun’s demeanor reminded Ye Lingyue of her first meeting with Wu Zhong, back in the cave where they shared a kiss.

She couldn’t describe the feeling, only sensing a sweet warmth in her heart.

Feng Xun chuckled twice, then obediently released her, allowing Ye Lingyue to help him stop the bleeding.

While applying pressure to stop the bleeding, he suddenly said.

"Ling Yue, let’s get married when we return."