Ghost came back shortly after with some herbs that were strange to Xiao Luo in hand. She put them on a flat stone to pound them. When she was going to apply them to Xiao Luo's wounds, she explained, "These are Xianling Grasses, very effective for skin lesions. But it will hurt a little when I start to apply them. Hang in there, okay?"
Xiao Luo nodded, as a way to tell her he had been clear about that. Then he said, "Well, let me do it myself."
Ghost giggled, as if she had seen through him. "Little Luoluo, you are shy, aren't you? Okay then. You do it yourself."
Shy?
Xiao Luo flushed because of a 16- or 17-year-old teenage girl. He was extremely embarrassed. He was not shy. He was just not used to it.
"Hold this for me." He handed her Duck Emperor in a coma.
