"Don't misunderstand. I'm just treating your injury. The one I like is
Hearing Nie Li's words, Xiao Ning'er's shoulders trembled slightly. She nodded and let out a soft "Mm," saying nothing. Since childhood, aside from her father, Nie Li was the first man to ever touch her skin. But the one Nie Li liked was Ye Ziyun. The thought of this made Xiao Ning'er's nose tingle with the threat of tears.
Nie Li held Xiao Ning'er's small, delicate foot and pressed his fingers against the bruised area, gently massaging it.
"Mm." A soft groan of pain escaped Xiao Ning'er's lips.
"It'll hurt a little at first, just bear with it," Nie Li said, then suddenly realized how this looked. Holding a girl's foot and saying things like that sounded rather ambiguous. Although Xiao Ning'er was only thirteen, having grown up in a noble family, she naturally had some understanding of such matters. Some girls her age were already married with children.
Xiao Ning'er lowered her head further, her pretty face flushing crimson, a strange emotion rising in her heart.
The sight of her blushing face made her even more alluring, causing Nie Li's heart to skip a beat. In his past life, Xiao Ning'er truly deserved to be considered a beauty rivaling Ziyun. Even at just thirteen, she was already so captivating. In their past life, for boys like them, both Xiao Ning'er and Ye Ziyun were goddesses they looked up to. Ziyun's elegance and nobility, and Xiao Ning'er's charming yet cold beauty, had made them the dream loves of every boy.
But after thinking of Ye Ziyun, Nie Li pushed such thoughts aside. Right now, his sole focus was on treating Xiao Ning'er's injury.
Under Nie Li's careful massage, Xiao Ning'er initially felt intense pain, but then a warm current flowed from his palms into the top of her foot. It felt like tiny, scorching ants burrowing inside—itchy and tingling. Xiao Ning'er couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, immediately feeling a wave of shyness.
The bruise had persisted for six or seven months, often shooting piercing pain through her. Xiao Ning'er had endured it through sheer force of will, but the agony had tormented her constantly. She had assumed treating the bruise would be a painful ordeal, but to her surprise, Nie Li's technique was exceptionally gentle. Soon, the tormenting pain that had plagued her for so long was greatly alleviated.
Tears welled up in Xiao Ning'er's eyes. No one knew how excruciating that pain was. In the dead of night, she would sometimes cry secretly, but after wiping her tears, she would grit her teeth and continue cultivating. She never expected that after Nie Li's massage, the pain would ease so much. Gratitude filled her heart.
The moonlight was bright and clear, illuminating Nie Li's distinct features. His focused expression sent ripples through Xiao Ning'er's heart, making it impossible to calm down.
"All done." Nie Li stopped and smiled faintly. "For the next while, you might still feel a slight twinge of pain. Just rest properly, and there shouldn't be any major issues."
"Mm." Xiao Ning'er nodded, her cheeks flushing red again. "I have another bruise... could you massage it for me too, Nie Li?"
"Another one?" Nie Li paused, then thought that made sense. If Xiao Ning'er's bruises were only on her foot, it wouldn't have kept her bedridden for two years. There must be a more severe one somewhere! "Where?"
Xiao Ning'er was inwardly tormented. If it were just her foot, she could mentally accept Nie Li touching her. But if it was that place... She hesitated for a long time, her face burning crimson with extreme shyness.
"If it's inconvenient..." Nie Li began. Seeing Xiao Ning'er's expression, he immediately realized that the bruise on her body was likely in a rather sensitive area.
"Nie Li, do you like Ye Ziyun?"
"I do." Nie Li nodded, recalling the trials and tribulations he had shared with Ye Ziyun in his past life. His heart filled with a sense of happiness. Having been reborn, he would definitely protect her.
At this moment, hearing Nie Li's words, Xiao Ning'er didn't know what to feel. She had to admit, Nie Li was the first boy who had made her heart flutter. But the one he liked was Ye Ziyun.
A flash of disappointment crossed Xiao Ning'er's eyes. After a moment's thought, she asked, "Does Ye Ziyun like you?"
The current Ye Ziyun knew nothing about Nie Li. Not disliking him was already good enough. Nie Li smiled and shook his head. "She will like me in time!"
Xiao Ning'er looked at Nie Li and couldn't help but laugh softly. So, he was just harboring an unrequited crush. She had no idea where he got the confidence to think a destined noble girl like Ye Ziyun would ever fall for him. It wasn't that Xiao Ning'er thought Nie Li wasn't worthy of Ye Ziyun, but the chances of two people who didn't know each other getting together were incredibly slim. Right now, Ye Ziyun didn't understand Nie Li at all, so she certainly had no feelings for him. But perhaps one day, if she got to know him, she might truly come to like him.
It seemed no one else had yet discovered Nie Li's talents. But one day, Nie Li would shine brilliantly. When that time came, even a favored child of heaven like Ye Ziyun would probably be won over by him.
In other people's eyes, Nie Li was an idle, good-for-nothing rich young master. Only Xiao Ning'er knew that his abilities far exceeded their imagination. In the future, Nie Li would definitely become a Legendary Demon Spirit Master like
Xiao Ning'er struggled inwardly. If her ailment remained untreated, she would fall further and further behind her peer geniuses. If the one treating her was Nie Li, perhaps it wasn't so unacceptable. She lightly bit her lip and began to undo the buttons on her clothes.
Seeing Xiao Ning'er's actions, Nie Li felt a bit awkward. He rubbed his nose and said, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? I am a respectable person." The sight of Xiao Ning'er delicately removing her clothes, combined with her cool demeanor, was indescribably seductive.
Xiao Ning'er shot Nie Li a glare. Did he think she was that kind of loose woman? If it weren't for the sake of treatment, she would never voluntarily remove her clothes in front of a boy. Yet, as she undid her buttons, her hands trembled slightly, a testament to the inner conflict she was experiencing.