Inside the room, Xie Yun was sprawled on the bed, completely devoid of his usual immortal aura, letting out a few misleading screams now and then.
"Hiss... It hurts so much, Wei Lan, are you trying to murder your teacher!"
On Xie Yun’s exposed left arm was a hideous but already scabbed wound.
At this mont, Wei Lan was carefully applying ointnt to his wound, but her impatient nature and young age made her hands tremble, causing Xie Yun to almost jump off the bed in pain.
Hearing Xie Yun’s cries of pain, Wei Lan helplessly spread her hands. "Teacher, I really wasn’t using much force."
Xie Yun furrowed his brows, picked up the white jade porcelain bottle of ointnt, and sniffed it carefully, muttering to himself, "Could it be that there’s sothing wrong with the dicine Rong Heng gave you? Right, he must have done it on purpose, trying to hurt his teacher."
Off to the side, Geng Tao said in a low voice, "Teacher, this bottle of dicine was given by the Young Master."
Rong Heng had intended to prepare the dicine for Xie Yun, but a sneeze ruined it, so Gu Lan took out this valuable scar-removing ointnt from his family’s storeroom and gave it to Xie Yun.
Xie Yun was slightly taken aback, then lowered his eyes, a faint smile tugging at his thin lips. "Oh, it was given by little Lan, then that’s fine."
A peculiar look flashed in Geng Tao’s eyes as she cautiously asked, "Teacher, do you like the Young Master?"
Xie Yun blushed and imdiately switched the topic seriously, "Ahem, what a nice day we have today, isn’t it?"
Does he like Gu Lan? Of course, he does, but this liking is complicated. It’s more like the affection of an elder to a junior. Sotis, Gu Lan seems like a friend to him, like a peerless close friend, a sister he feels sorry for, and a companion he admires.
Xie Yun hopes Gu Lan never changes herself, which is why he prefers to protect her from behind, watching her continue to live happily, which satisfies him.
"Wei Lan, be gentler, forget it, let go, Tao, you apply it... or perhaps I’d better do it myself."
Geng Tao had already taken the ointnt into her hands, but hearing his words, she had no choice but to quietly withdraw. She bit her own lower lip unwittingly.
At this mont, a familiar clear voice ca from outside the door, sounding extrely arrogant, "Xie Jingqi, I heard you got slashed, why aren’t you dead yet?"
Xie Yun’s eyes widened as he propped himself up on the bed with his one arm and shouted righteously, "You’re not dead, why would I be?"
He looked up to see Su Zixiao, dressed in a brilliant red robe, strolling in leisurely with a cheerful expression.
The young man had sword-like brows and starry eyes, incredibly handso, and his bright smile instantly lit up Xie Yun’s room.
In Su Zixiao’s hand was an enticingly exquisite lunch box, causing Xie Yun to freeze montarily, swallowing the words he intended to retort.
A long ti ago, Su Wenzhong repeatedly advised Su Zixiao to listen more to Xie Yun’s words. To him, Xie Yun had always been like an older brother, so he was very willing to heed Xie Yun’s various insights.
But ever since Xie Yun beca an enemy of the Su Family by "turning against his teachers," Su Zixiao’s attitude completely changed, and he couldn’t et Xie Yun without hurling a few insults.
At first, Xie Yun could bear it, being a cultivated person who felt guilty towards the Su Family.
But later on, as Su Zixiao’s arrogance grew, resorting to personal attacks and unthinkable insults, Xie Yun realized that the Su Family’s own misdeeds were not his fault, so why let this brat walk all over him.
As a result, the two went from being brothers to enemies, always engaging in a verbal spat whenever they t.
"Since you’re so lively and kicking, I’ll just eat this fried chicken by myself... Little Nannan, Little Tao, how about brother giving you two wings each?" Su Zixiao ignored him, smiling as he asked the two little girls.
Wei Lan imdiately abandoned her teacher, running over to Su Zixiao’s side, clinging to his leg with a sweet smile, "Sure, sure, it’s been so long, Brother Zixiao, you’ve beco even more handso."
"Nannan’s little mouth has also beco sweeter." Su Zixiao raised his brow provocatively towards Xie Yun.
Xie Yun angrily extended his good arm, pulling Geng Tao beside him over. "Don’t think you can lure my disciple away... Wei Lan, you should eat less. Look how plump you’ve gotten. Wei Chengyuan can’t even lift you anymore."
"It’s called being full-figured. Brother Lan likes full-figured ones. You’re too skinny. That’s why Brother Lan doesn’t like you." Wei Lan stuck her tongue out at Xie Yun.
Xie Yun: "..."
When Xie Yun’s hand reached over, Geng Tao felt a roaring sound in her mind, montarily losing her ability to respond.
She tried hard to calm down, slightly lowering her head, staring dazedly at Xie Yun’s long, distinct fingers, her face reddening like a ripe peach.
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