Wu Long entered Feng Yi's room, finding her still mostly bedridden but less pale and with a much more relaxed expression than she had previously.
"Haa~... you could have warned me, you know?"
She said in a hoarse voice as he approached and took out ointments to soothe some of her pain placing the porcelain bottles and bowls on the bedside table along with a beautifully designed incense burner with a stone bowl and intricately patterned brass lid.
"You wouldn't have agreed to train with her then"
He started lightly massaging her arms.
"Mmnh.... And that is a bad thing?"
And even though her arms felt soothed and pleasant after a long time, she raised her eyebrow at his words, her olive green eyes looking at him incredulously, questioning his sanity.
"Haha, don't be so sulky. It's a bit harsh but good for you"
"A 'bit' harsh?! I almos-...nngh... I almost died out there"
