Ye Jingyi gave her a sidelong glance and responded matter-of-factly, "Checking your injury."
Indeed, he was telling the truth. Just moments ago, he had been assessing the condition of her internal organs, and he was genuinely surprised to find that her injuries had healed by about 10%. This revelation astonished him, as the healing effect seemed unusually rapid, even beyond the capabilities of medicine made from blood grass.
"Are you purposely taking advantage of me?" Hui Ying pointed her finger at Ye Jingyi, her tone cold. To her, the notion of checking someone's injuries by stroking their stomach seemed absurd and suspicious.
"Don't throw mud on me! You can doubt me, but you can never doubt my professional ethics. I just checked on your injury, and you've recovered nearly 10%," Ye Jingyi declared with a firm shake of his head, asserting his innocence.
Internally, however, he mused, 'Hiss, this skin is so smooth; I almost became addicted to this feeling.' Keeping such thoughts to himself, he maintained his denial, realizing that admitting his enjoyment might not end well for him.
Hui Ying was taken aback by his response. What he said aligned with her actual recovery progress – she had indeed healed about 10% of her injuries. It dawned on her that she had wrongly accused him, and perhaps he was genuinely trying to help her.
Feeling a pang of guilt, she apologized, "I am sorry," looking at him with sincerity. Despite her initial suspicions, she acknowledged that he had been aiding her in various ways, even if the effectiveness of his medicines was debatable.
Surprised by her apology, Ye Jingyi replied, "It's nothing. Now, don't disturb me; I want to focus on treatment."
"Okay!" Hui Ying acquiesced, but her eyes remained open. Despite the acknowledgment and apology, she couldn't shake off the feeling that he might be taking advantage of her vulnerability.
Ye Jingyi took out a black container made from nanoparticles, consisting of eight layers, each containing different medicines he had prepared earlier. Opening the seventh layer, he revealed a gel-like substance made from White Aloe vera. Intent on applying it to her injuries to expedite the healing process, he scooped some and began the application.
"What is this?" Hui Ying looked at the slimy substance, a hint of resistance evident on her face. Like many, she wasn't particularly fond of slimy textures, and her skepticism lingered.
"It's a medicine made from White Aloe Vera. After applying it to the wound, your bleeding will stop, and your wound will heal faster." Ye Jingyi explained as he smeared the gel on the wound of her right hand, applying it gently.
As Hui Ying observed him working with such seriousness and gentleness, she found herself in a daze. In that moment, she felt that saving him and enduring all those injuries had been the right decision.
After finishing with her right hand, Ye Jingyi looked at her and said, "I remember there is a wound on your back; turn around and let me apply the medicine."
Still in a bit of a daze, Hui Ying turned around obediently. She felt a cold breeze on her back, realizing that her clothes had been lifted, exposing her back to him.
"You…" Hui Ying's anger flared once again. How many times did she have to show her bare skin to this man?
"Don't talk! Let me apply the medicine. The wound on your back is horrible. How can you still sleep on your back? Doesn't it hurt?" He spoke with concern, and a hint of sadness appeared on his face, dispelling all her anger.
Ye Jingyi continued to treat Hui Ying's wounds, his focus intense. As he carefully applied the healing gel to her injuries, their eyes met, and a momentary connection sparked between them. In that shared gaze, something unspoken seemed to pass, a silent understanding that transcended the chaos around them.
Hui Ying, initially guarded and resentful, felt a shift in her emotions. His sincere efforts to mend her wounds, the genuine concern in his eyes – it began to soften her heart. Perhaps there was more to this man than met the eye.
As Ye Jingyi moved to tend to the wounds on her back, Hui Ying involuntarily winced, the pain evident in her eyes. He noticed her discomfort and paused, his gaze lingering on the scars that told a story of sacrifices made for his sake.
"Sorry, it all happened because of me," Ye Jingyi whispered, his voice carrying a weight of guilt. The vulnerability in his eyes stirred something within Hui Ying, a mixture of sympathy and a growing realization that their fates were entwined.
In that moment, she decided to let go of the anger that had clouded her judgment. His guilt wasn't something she wanted; it was a burden she could share. Looking up, she smiled gently, "You don't have to be guilty; it's not your fault."
Ye Jingyi, surprised by her understanding, found himself drawn to her sincerity. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world around them faded.
Hui Ying glanced at Ye Jingyi's stunned face, reminiscing about the past year. Memories flooded her mind—how she cared for him, the times she couldn't suppress her anger and resorted to pinching him.
Although some might say that carrying Ye Jingyi is stupid; But in that situation when she felt hopeless and helpless, the Unconscious boy besides her was like a support pillar that reminded her that she is not alone.
Previously Hua Ying wondered why she could'nt kill him. Maybe a part of reason was that she was afraid to be alone, Alone surrounded by enemies.
Hua Ying sighed thinking about this, As for other reason....
Hui Ying looked up and saw the facs he has seen for countless time throughout the year and a smile bloomed on her face(Please describe a beautiful smile)
This feeling... Its not bad.
Ye Jingyi, looking at her in a daze, found her smile captivating, the most beautiful sight he'd seen.
He broke out of his reverie, his lips curving into a soft smile as he said, "You should smile more."
Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world around them faded. The air crackled with an unspoken tension. In the quiet cave, the atmosphere changed. Ye Jingyi's face leaned closer, drawn by an invisible force. Hui Ying, captivated by the depth in his eyes, didn't resist. Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that carried the weight of unspoken emotions.
As they kissed, a subtle flicker of flames danced around them – a symbol of the passion ignited by an unexpected connection. In that stolen moment, their hearts beat as one, the kiss becoming a bridge that connected their pasts and hinted at an uncertain future.