150: Chapter 150 Perverted Attachment

The young man's sudden agitation deepened Xing Yaoyan's confusion, but considering his hand injury, she chose not to press further.

"This box contains Medicinal Pills from our Yao Race for treating external injuries. I'm giving them to you..."

As she spoke, Xing Yaoyan placed an exquisite small box into Qian Mo's hand.

Ever since the embarrassing "bandaging incident" last time, Xing Yaoyan had specifically bought a pile of various Medicinal Pills from Tushan Qing.

The few pills in this box were the best of that batch. After all, with her Physique, unless the injury was particularly severe, she could recover autonomously with rest and Power Of Will.

Moreover, his injury was ultimately caused by her own excessive excitement and failure to control her strength, so giving them to him wasn't a big deal...

"Oh! Right, we agreed I'd help you change the dressing tonight. Come with me to the bathroom..."

"Ahem!"

Yun Lan suddenly coughed loudly, immediately drawing the attention of both.

"Um... I just remembered I have a package at the delivery station I haven't picked up. I'm out of here!"

The blond-haired young man swiftly stood up, dashed past the two, and as he left, he discreetly patted Qian Mo's back, signaling, 'Bro, this is all the help I can give you.'

"That works perfectly..."

Seeing there was no one else left in the dorm, Xing Yaoyan nodded, casually closed the door, and had Qian Mo sit in her seat.

She smiled wryly to herself.

She naturally understood why Yun Lan had made an excuse to leave; he was probably eavesdropping outside the door right now.

But... let them think whatever they want. There's nothing improper between him and me...

"Why don't you get a better dorm? A four-person room is too cramped."

As she spoke, Xing Yaoyan reached out to unwrap the bandage on Qian Mo's hand.

She knew that with his status as Qian Ruyi's student, Qian Mo certainly had no financial issues. She couldn't understand why he would choose to suffer in this four-person room instead of a nice, luxurious single.

"To save money, of course."

Qian Mo looked at the girl's profile, a contented smile on his face.

"Are you that short on money?"

Xing Yaoyan was somewhat surprised but didn't press further. After all, it was someone else's privacy, and asking more would be impolite.

Once the bandage was completely removed, Xing Yaoyan stored the blood-stained strip in her storage space. After a series of movements, a fresh bandage was wrapped around his hand.

"All done. I'm heading out now~"

With the task successfully completed, Xing Yaoyan walked straight out, leaving Qian Mo alone and somewhat forlorn in the seat, like a tool discarded after use.

Watching the girl's retreating figure, a gentle smile touched Qian Mo's lips.

This mind-reading session hadn't been entirely fruitless.

Although most of the time was wasted, in the final second before it ended, he caught one of her thoughts:

[You're way too weak. I remember holding back a lot. How are you going to catch up to me if you're this lousy...]

After hearing that, he pondered deeply. But in the end, he shook his head, dismissing all the doubts in his heart.

Xing Yan is Xing Yan, Xing Yaoyan is Xing Yaoyan. The difference between a Yao and a Star Beast is vast. Even though their manner of speaking is similar and they both have wolf-like traits, she ultimately isn't her...

Or rather, fortunately, she isn't her...

Thinking of this, he opened his phone, and a notification popped up prominently.

"Dark Pavilion internal intelligence: One week from now, a city-wide Star Beast eradication operation will commence in the entire capital..."

...

Back in her cozy little nest, Master Xing, after a long day, could finally sink into her comfortable bed.

To be honest, that night she stayed with Qian Mo in the hospital, she slept very lightly.

When Qian Mo woke up and touched her head, she felt it immediately. Yet, as if possessed, she didn't resist, quietly savoring that rare moment of tenderness...

Xing Yaoyan buried her face in the bedding, hiding the two blushes on her cheeks.

Actually... she really liked it when Qian Mo stroked her head with his hand...

It reminded her of the wonderful life they shared back in that small house in Youfeng City.

Thinking back carefully, she used to always want to sneak out to see the world, not realizing that the happiest times were lying on the sofa, enjoying his caresses.

Because back then, only his warm, large hand could briefly make her forget the helplessness and confusion of being alone in a strange land...

Xing Yaoyan stood up, walked to the full-length mirror in the living room, cupped her flushed cheeks with both hands, and muttered to herself:

"Xing Yaoyan, when did you become so perverted... Could it be because Star Beasts don't have periods, so every day is ovulation day?"

Xing Yaoyan patted her cheeks, forcibly suppressing the abnormal, even somewhat perverse thoughts in her heart, finally returning to the state of Young Miss Xing Yan that everyone knew outside.

Just as she was leaving Qian Mo's dorm, she saw Yun Lan walking back with something, and behind him, a familiar bespectacled figure.

Back in the mine, it was this weakling who had caused them so much trouble.

From Yun Lan, she learned the bespectacled youth's name—Feng Qing, and the white-haired youth who had stopped Qian Mo earlier was called Feng Xiu. They were the new roommates in Qian Mo's dorm.

At the time, her attention was solely on Feng Xiu and Qian Mo, and she hadn't noticed this Feng Qing at all.

But... why does his name feel so strange... Would anyone really be named Feng Qing?

Xing Yaoyan reached up to touch her chin, a puzzled expression appearing on her face.

He probably didn't recognize her. After all, when she attacked him, she was wearing the mask given by Senior Hu Wang.

And judging by his demeanor back then—utterly timid and pathetic—if he had really recognized her, he'd probably be crying and running for a teacher...

"Forget it... since this is the Longxiang Academy, I'll spare your life for now..."

This guy doesn't seem capable of making much trouble anyway. When the chance arises, I'll just take back what he owes from before...

Xing Yaoyan curled her lip disdainfully.

Then, with a wave of her hand, the old bandage that had been wrapped around Qian Mo's arm appeared in her grasp.

She carefully ran her fingers over the blood-stained bandage, which still retained the residual warmth of the young man's body.

She swallowed hard, an uncontrollable surge of appetite instantly peaking.

Simultaneously, a blush, uncontrollable, surfaced on her cheeks again. However, compared to the earlier shyness, this blush seemed somewhat morbid and frenzied.

Suddenly, she brought her face close to the bandage, sniffed lightly for a moment, then extended her pink tongue to give the bloodstains a delicate lick...

So fragrant...