The candles in the room’s lighting had long since gone out. Everything was dark.

“Qing Wan, light the lanterns,” ordered Su Yi.

The red-dressed Qing Wan emerged from the Soul-Nurturing Gourd and was just about to light the lanterns when a somewhat nervous voice rang out. “Don’t!”

Yue Shichan clutched the hems of her clothes and lowered her head. She looked like she wanted nothing more than to hide.

Su Yi couldn’t help but find it amusing. “We’re just treating your wounds, that’s all. Is there any need to be so nervous?”

Qing Wan chimed in too. “That’s right! Big Sister, you don’t have to be shy! My master is a proper gentleman! When he treated you last night, his mind was clear and pure as a venerable monk in meditation. He’s nothing like those perverts.”

“.....” Su Yi didn’t quite know what to say to that. Did I really seem that much like an enlightened bald donkey?

Yue Shichan said sheepishly, “I’m not worried about that, but…”

Before she could finish, Su Yi said directly, “Let’s get right to it. No more of this hemming and hawing. Qing Wan, help her take her clothes off.”

“Ah?” Yue Shichan hurriedly waved. “No need, I can do it myself. Um…. Brother Su, might you… Might you...