If it were any other time, Lu Wuming would have been very happy to hear such words.
But at this moment, looking at the bleeding wound, how could he possibly mete out any punishment?
He shot Liu Buli a fierce glare and gritted his teeth, "I'll owe you this for now. Once everything is resolved, I promise I'll properly punish you, Master."
As he spoke, he fetched some clean water and began to wipe away the bloodstains from Liu Buli's body.
Liu Buli pretended not to hear his threat. He wore a happy smile, pursed his lips, and remained silent.
He sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, squinting his eyes and enjoying Lu Wuming's ministrations.
He knew that Lu Wuming might have had wounds before, but perhaps before the fight ended, those wounds would have already healed.
So, he didn't need any medicine, only Liu Buli himself did.
Perhaps deliberately to make him remember, while wiping his wounds, Lu Wuming intentionally pressed a little harder on the longest and deepest one.
Liu Buli's reaction was indeed as he had expected. He gasped, and his beautiful eyebrows knitted together. He put on an expression of extreme grievance, and Liu Buli looked into Lu Wuming's eyes. Sniffling, he said, "Wuming, you're hurting Master."
He was definitely doing it on purpose.
Whether it was the pitiful look on his face or the trembling tone of his voice, it was all intentional, just to ignite his anger even more.
Lu Wuming was almost driven mad.
Staring straight ahead, he gritted his teeth and asked word by word, "Master, I can make you hurt even more. Are you particularly eager to try?"
"Of course not, I was just joking with you. Don't be so serious, it's not good if you scare me," Liu Buli replied with a giggle, then obediently smoothed the expression on his face.
He didn't tell Lu Wuming that he actually enjoyed the current feeling.
It wasn't the pain from the wounds on his body, but rather Lu Wuming's conflicted expression – wanting to devour him yet reluctant, wanting to scold him yet feeling pained – that was so endearing.
The warmth in his heart burned ever brighter.
As their daily interactions increased, Liu Buli became even more certain that he was absolutely favored by Lu Wuming, loved to the depths of his soul and to his very bones.
Perhaps because of his feigned cry of pain just now, even though it was faked, it was enough to make Lu Wuming feel concerned. So, during the subsequent cleaning, Lu Wuming deliberately slowed down and was gentler with his movements, afraid of causing Liu Buli any discomfort.
After cleaning the wounds, he took out the ointment from his Qiankun bag. Liu Buli had made a lot of "Kugou Huichun" (Withered Bone Rejuvenation), but he had put most of it into Lu Wuming's Qiankun bag. Even knowing that the latter didn't seem to need it much, Liu Buli was still willing to give it to him.
According to him, Lu Wuming could recover, but he would feel pain during the recovery process. Therefore, if the ointment could shorten the recovery time, it would be for the best.
But who would have thought that after preparing so much ointment, Lu Wuming had never used it once, and now it would all be used on himself?
With a long sigh in his heart, Lu Wuming scooped out a portion of the ointment and applied it to the wounds on Liu Buli's back.
The ointment felt cool and icy, but upon touching the wound, it caused a burning pain. This was the price of rapid recovery, which Liu Buli understood very well.
He had already experienced such pain once during testing. However, the wounds then were not deep, nor were there so many. So, it was over in an instant, unlike the profound pain now.
Biting his lip, he told himself this time that he absolutely could not show too much pain.
After all, if Lu Wuming found out, wouldn't he worry even more?
Thinking this, before he could endure it, he suddenly felt Lu Wuming place his five fingers on his back. A warm spiritual energy flowed from his palm into his body at the point of contact, instantly alleviating the intense pain he was feeling.
The burning sensation was neutralized by the spiritual energy. As the pain subsided, Liu Buli's furrowed brows relaxed.
"Master, if you feel uncomfortable about anything, you should tell me," Lu Wuming's voice sounded from behind him, filled with gentleness, helplessness, and doting affection.
Liu Buli blinked, then chuckled lightly and said, "I thought I was doing a pretty good job. You shouldn't have noticed."
"You were indeed doing a good job. If I didn't know you too well, I might not have noticed," Lu Wuming's finger touched Liu Buli's body as he said, "When Master feels pain, the muscles in your back will tense up. If you want to conceal this pain, after a moment of tension, you will relax again. No one knows this better than I do, so Master, you don't need to put on an act in front of me. After all, even if you do, I can see through it."
He spoke so frankly that Liu Buli couldn't help but blush.
He lowered his head and licked his slightly chapped lips. After thinking for a moment, Liu Buli said, "Wuming, this ointment actually hurts a bit when used. But a long pain is worse than a short one. It can speed up recovery, so it's quite good."
Lu Wuming softly hummed in response.
He knew that what his Master described as "a bit" was definitely a significant understatement, but he was already very satisfied that Liu Buli was telling him the truth.
After another pause, Liu Buli continued, "But when you apply the medicine to me, if you inject spiritual energy along with it, I won't feel so much pain. Your spiritual energy is of the water element, which naturally integrates with the human body. It makes one feel very comfortable. Use it more, it's very comfortable."
In the last few sentences, Liu Buli deliberately chose more ambiguous wording.
The light in Lu Wuming's eyes deepened.
Taking a few deep breaths, he said, "Master, until your wounds are healed, please don't deliberately provoke me anymore."
"How can that be?" Liu Buli giggled. "I like you so much. When you're by my side, I can't help but want to say these things to you."
Lu Wuming stood up, gently turned Liu Buli's head to the side, and then lowered his head, giving him a gentle and lingering kiss.
After the kiss ended, Lu Wuming continued to tend to his wounds.
Liu Buli, however, became even happier. He said, "Wuming, you're so good to me, you spoil me so much. Will you ever get tired of spoiling me and stop being good to me in the future?"
Lu Wuming's hands paused for a moment, then as he continued, he replied, "No. I will spoil you for a lifetime. For a hundred, a thousand, even ten thousand years, I will always be like this. Master, you can always be like this too. Wuming keeps his word."