124: Chapter 124 Is it nice to touch?

In the end, Xing Yaoyan signed the letter of appointment.

First, it would give her access to advanced technological equipment. Second, it could serve as a bridge to connect with high-ranking humans. After all, among human leaders was a scientist—Qian Ruyi.

Once she knew people from higher social strata, she would have a much greater chance of obtaining information related to the Starry Sky Exploration Project from back then.

And most importantly, she could truly understand the secrets of this world, laying a solid foundation for her future plan to return home.

Of course, if there was a chance to eliminate Leng You using someone else's hand...

No, that won't do... I have to kill that guy with my own hands!

"Meow! Sister Yan, are you alright!"

Walking out of the classroom and seeing her anxious companions running towards her, Xing Yaoyan suppressed the killing intent deep within her heart, a confident smile blooming on her face.

"How about that? Your Sister Yan is pretty amazing, right? So what if he was fourth tier? I took him down with one punch."

She waved her hand at the cat-girl who wanted to come support her, signaling with her eyes that she was fine.

But Ying Linglong still stared intently at her arm.

The wounds on the young woman's arm were still slowly dripping blood. Normally, she should have recovered quite a bit by now.

Seeing her companions' brows furrowing deeper and deeper, Xing Yaoyan knew she couldn't hide it anymore.

Although Yun Feng hadn't defended at full strength earlier to feign injury, the recoil force from the tier gap itself was immense. Moreover, this move, 'Shattering Star,' was her first time using it in practice. While its power was great, her control over it was poor.

The combined result of all these factors was: Yun Feng, due to his own carelessness, was instantly defeated by her punch, and she herself suffered rather serious internal injuries from the recoil force.

Although externally it only showed as her battered arm, the significantly slowed recovery speed was evidence enough.

Her internal injuries should slowly recover as long as she ate something later, but the priority now was to deal with the wounds on her hand...

"Do any of you have anything for bandaging?"

"Meow! I don't think I have..."

"Uh... I only brought some Medicinal Pills to restore Demonic Power. Are these useful..."

Looking at the two Yao Race members before her, their faces full of guilt, Xing Yaoyan patted their shoulders to comfort them:

"Forget it, if you don't have it, you don't. I'll just go buy some at the infirmary later. It's fine..."

"No, it's not fine."

Qian Mo's voice suddenly came from beside her.

"Holy crap! When did you get here!"

Seeing Xing Yaoyan's startled expression, Ying Linglong suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to laugh.

It seemed it wasn't just her being too weak to detect Qian Mo's approach. Look, even Sister Yan, who's so strong, fell for it, didn't she?

But her smile quickly faded because she remembered the penalty for losing her bet.

*Meow~ Sorry, Sister Yan. I was just desperate and grabbing at straws back then. It shouldn't really cause you any loss anyway, so please forgive me this time!*

While Ying Linglong was locked in an internal struggle, the conversation between Qian Mo and Xing Yaoyan continued.

"Ahem... occupational habit..."

Qian Mo was a bit curious. Faced with the same scene, would the young woman's response be different?

"You haven't done something like assassination or the like, have you?"

?

Qian Mo was stunned: Could this be what Yun Lan meant by the kind of telepathic connection only true couples have?!

"Ahem... Never mind, let's not talk about this for now. We should deal with the injury on your hand first..."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, without waiting for Xing Yaoyan's reaction, he casually waved his hand. A huge medical kit instantly appeared before everyone.

Damn...

Xing Yaoyan was somewhat surprised. After all, she didn't understand why someone would store such a large item in a spatial ring, and moreover... could he afford a spatial ring with such a large capacity...

"Thanks, I'll do it myself."

Seeing the young man pull out a roll of bandages from it, she grabbed it and quickly began bandaging her wound.

But after only a few wraps, the bandage was suddenly snatched away.

"You... what are you doing!"

Xing Yaoyan was about to say something, but the sensation of the young man's fingertips on her arm made her stammer.

"Don't move!"

To her surprise, Qian Mo, who had previously been so obedient to her, now seemed like a completely different person, unusually forceful.

"You wrapped it too tightly just now, and you didn't use any disinfectant. That's very likely to cause infection. I've already washed my hands and disinfected them with alcohol beforehand. Let me help you."

"I..."

Xing Yaoyan stared blankly at the young man skillfully bandaging her arm in front of her.

With his tightly furrowed brows and gentle movements, anyone who didn't know better would think he was performing a delicate surgery.

Her body, which had been somewhat defensively tense, relaxed slightly. At the same time, two faint patches of crimson appeared on her cheeks.

*This guy... has he forgotten I'm the omnipotent Saintess of the Yao Race? Does a minor injury like this need such careful treatment...*

*If I hadn't suffered internal injuries and couldn't properly wield the Power Of Will, how could I have let him touch my hand so easily...*

*But looking at his technique, he seems very skilled. Has he been injured often before, bandaging wounds like this frequently...*

*You know what? His bandaging feels quite comfortable...*

*So nice...*

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ying Linglong and Leng Xiaoyue's jaws were practically on the floor.

In their eyes, their Sister Yan obediently placed her injured arm in the young man's hand. Her previously somewhat tense brows gradually smoothed, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly into an almost imperceptible sweet smile.

Was this still the Sister Yan they knew—the one who fought a hundred Yao Race alone, ventured into the Land of Destruction to complete the 'Blood Refining,' and fought her way all to the imperial city?

She should have punched this damn human flying, not quietly let him bandage her like this!

*Meow! Wait! This guy is bandaging so slowly. Could it be he just wants to take the chance to feel up Sister Yan's hand longer? How cringe!*

Ying Linglong suddenly felt as if she had uncovered the young man's sinister plot and hurriedly spoke up:

"Meow! Sister Yan, this guy..."

This sudden sound caused Qian Mo's hand to tremble slightly by accident.

"Mmm..."

And it was this inadvertent soft hum from Xing Yaoyan that instantly froze everyone present in place.

Realizing what she had done, Xing Yaoyan was immediately flooded with an indescribable sense of shame.

*Dammit, I forgot they were still here... No, it's all Qian Mo's fault!*

But no matter how turbulent the storm inside her, on the surface, she could only 'let the mistake stand.'

"Linglong, Xiaoyue, I'm giving you a task. Go back quickly and organize everything the professor taught. I'll check when I get back."

"Sister Yan..."

Leng Xiaoyue found an opportunity to speak.

"Shut up! Go, hurry! Don't forget our mission! If we don't learn the technology these next few years, you'll be bringing shame to our Yao Race!"

"Meow... Okay!"

"O-okay..."

Only after seeing the two Yao Race members finally flee as if escaping did Xing Yaoyan let out a soft sigh. She then turned to look at the young man still standing there, pretending to be innocent.

"So... does it feel good?"