This was prepared by Miss Yin for Shou; he would not touch it.
Ning Feiyan asked, "Won't you eat this Ghost Grass?"
Baili An hummed a response, his gaze cool and shallow, "Miss Ning, your rare kindness is appreciated. I would like to keep it to cherish for a few days. By the way, you mentioned earlier that your wound was so painful you nearly cried. I remember you have some Qingyang Powder stashed beneath your bookcase. Although it cannot heal your injuries, it can numb the pain. Shall I fetch it for you?"
His voice was gentle and light, carrying a hint of coaxing, making it very comforting to listen to.
Naturally, Ning Feiyan would not refuse and lazily hummed her approval.
When Baili An brought back the medicine, he gently applied it for her.
At first it was very cooling and refreshing, but after he had applied all three bottles to the wounded area, Ning Feiyan sensed something was amiss.
