The sound of tearing flesh ripped through the air. Feng Yi precisely cut away the dead flesh from Kujo Sara's arm.
“Ah! It hurts, it hurts! Let go! Let go now!”
Feng Yi cried out in pain. Kujo Sara had said she was fine, but the moment he started, she gripped his thigh.
This unfortunate woman, too proud to admit her pain, suffered needlessly. If she had only said she couldn't take it, he could have knocked her out.
Now, not only was she in pain, but she was transferring that pain to him, adding a point to the total pain index of the world.
Kujo Sara's face turned red. She hadn’t expected cutting flesh to hurt so much. Her body tensed, and cold sweat streamed down her face.
“Alright, there, there, it’s okay now. The most painful part is over. It won’t hurt as much from now on, little Sara, be good, let go…”
Feng Yi, like coaxing a child, finally managed to pry her hand from his thigh.
Feng Yi didn’t need to look to know that spot was probably already bruised.
Facing Feng Yi’s reproachful gaze, Kujo Sara turned her head away, a little embarrassed.
She had never cut flesh before; how could she have known it would hurt this much? It was more painful than being electrocuted.
Feng Yi sighed softly. A bead of water, rich with life energy, condensed at his fingertip and plopped onto the wound where the dead flesh had been removed.
“This feeling… it’s so itchy!”
Kujo Sara felt like ants were crawling on her wound. She turned to look and saw that flesh was growing back at a visible speed, pink and tender.
In less than a few minutes, the wound had completely healed, and the new flesh was even pinker and smoother than her original skin.
It was truly miraculous!
Kujo Sara looked at Feng Yi with bright eyes, as if asking how he had done it.
“Alright, treatment for this spot is complete. Your skin will return to normal in a few days…”
Feng Yi pinched the newly grown skin and nodded with satisfaction.
“Feng Yi, how did you do that? The cost of regenerating flesh… it might be too much to bear…”
Kujo Sara asked tentatively. That drop of miraculous water was similar to the now-extinct Water of Life.
Such a precious treasure, she felt she couldn’t possibly repay him.
“Little Sara, have more confidence in yourself. What do you mean ‘might be too much to bear’? You definitely can’t afford it! This is the sacred relic of the elves, the Water of Life! Do you know how much Water of Life it would take to heal all your injuries?”
Feng Yi waved his hand. Seeing Kujo Sara’s head droop in disappointment, he continued,
“However, since you’re already my warmth-seeking maid, you don’t need to repay it. For my people, I’m never stingy!”
Kujo Sara was entirely his. It was only right for Feng Yi to treat his maid well.
Although Feng Yi’s words sounded a bit strange, Kujo Sara still felt a peculiar warmth in her heart.
Having a master like this didn’t seem so bad.
“There are still a few other spots that need flesh removal for treatment. This time, you’re not allowed to grab my thigh again!”
Feng Yi stated in advance. This bad habit of grabbing his thigh had to be corrected promptly.
“Mhm, mhm.”
Kujo Sara promised to try her best to control herself.
Tear, tear, tear…
After a few more cuts and a few drops of Water of Life, the most serious injuries were basically healed.
During this time, Kujo Sara did not grab Feng Yi’s thigh; she endured it with all her might.
This earned her some respect from Feng Yi.
The remaining less severe issues of subcutaneous bleeding were much easier.
Feng Yi condensed half a drop of Water of Life on his fingertip and gently massaged it onto Kujo Sara’s snowflake-shaped, red, grotesque patterns, using his spiritual power to aid the absorption of the blood vessels.
“It’s cool and refreshing, feels so comfortable…”
Kujo Sara felt as if she were drinking a large bowl of iced plum juice on a sweltering hot day when she was extremely thirsty.
Her entire soul felt elevated.
“Alright, take your hand back!”
Feng Yi clapped his hands. Mission accomplished.
“It’s over just like that?”
Kujo Sara was still immersed in the pleasant massage. Why was it over so quickly?
She hadn't enjoyed it enough yet!
“What else? You want me to give you a free massage? No way!”
Feng Yi thought to himself, she was the maid; by rights, she should be massaging him!
Kujo Sara rolled her eyes at Feng Yi in exasperation.
Kujo Sara: Feng Yi was good in every way, except for his mouth.
“Oh right, I almost forgot. Underneath your肚兜, I haven’t checked if there are any scars left untreated?”
Feng Yi had just stood up to leave but suddenly remembered something. He sat back down, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Kujo Sara’s肚兜.
“Feng Yi, what do you want?! There are no scars here, no! Absolutely none!”
A flicker of panic flashed in Kujo Sara’s eyes. She crossed her arms in front of her, looking at Feng Yi with extreme caution.
“Alas… the world is changing, and hearts are no longer as they were! I, Feng, am upright and righteous, possessing the compassion of a healer. I uphold the principle of seeing things through to the end, leaving no scar behind, yet I am treated with such hostility by you. My heart aches!”
Feng Yi sighed deeply, his gaze appearing dejected and melancholic.
Seeing Feng Yi like this, Kujo Sara felt a bit confused. Was she being too vigilant?
Feng Yi had used such precious Water of Life for her, yet she was still so wary of him.
Besides, she had already agreed to be Feng Yi’s warmth-seeking maid. Intimacy was bound to happen sooner or later, wasn't it?
“Feng Yi, I’m sorry. I was too nervous. There are indeed a few scars there…”
Kujo Sara slowly lowered her blocking arms and said with some shame.
“It’s alright. It’s enough that you understand my earnest efforts. Let me see quickly…”
Feng Yi chuckled, and his lecherous hand reached towards Kujo Sara’s肚兜.
Just as he was about to succeed, Kujo Sara suddenly grabbed his hand.
“Little Sara, what is it now?”
Feng Yi was startled. Hadn't things been fine just moments ago? Why the change of heart?
Had he shown some weakness? No way.
“Feng Yi, you really do have other intentions, don’t you? This is a Tengu’s intuition!”
Kujo Sara looked at Feng Yi with a serious expression. She had almost fallen for Feng Yi’s sweet talk.
“Huh? This is defamation! I’m suing you for defamation! You’re slandering me!”
Ridiculous. How could Feng Yi admit to something so embarrassing?
“Forget it if you won’t admit it. Anyway, the General won’t see the scars under the肚兜, so it’s fine if they’re not treated…”
Kujo Sara released Feng Yi’s lecherous hand, got up, and prepared to leave, holding her clothes from the ground.
“Little Sara, that’s where you’re mistaken. What if the General invites you to a hot spring one day? Then there’s a risk of exposure. Little Sara, you wouldn’t want the scars on your chest to be seen by the General, would you?”