Chapter 169: The Tenderness of That Moment
Chapter 169: The Tenderness of That Moment
Bang…
Mu Feng violently closed the door and carried the blood-stained Jing Wushuang to the bed.
Furious after killing the vicious Poison Hand Xie Han with one palm strike, he dared not waste a moment.
His carelessness had nearly allowed the enemy to kill Jing Wushuang right before his eyes, filling him with deep guilt and unease. If anything happened to her, he would never forgive himself.
Mu Feng was frantic, but as he prepared to remove Jing Wushuang’s outer clothes to treat her wounds, his hands suddenly froze when he saw her long neck and fair, delicate skin. If it were his brother Sky Splitting Tiger, he would not hesitate to tear his clothes off for treatment. But she was a beautiful girl…
“Hmm… Brother Mu Feng, can you help me sit up?”
Seeing Mu Feng’s expression, the clever Jing Wushuang blushed and quickly understood what was happening. Muffling a groan, she sat up with Mu Feng’s support and slowly turned around.
From beginning to end—whether taken hostage by Poison Hand Xie Han or severely injured with her scars torn open—she had not panicked or screamed. Yet, at this moment, her heart raced like a deer, and her ears turned bright red.
Her long hair coiled atop her head, a slender neck, and smooth, delicate skin…
Seen from behind, Jing Wushuang, disguised as a boy, held a unique charm that momentarily captivated even the usually composed Mu Feng. For the first time, he realized how beautiful the understanding Jing Wushuang truly was. Compared to before, she seemed to carry a vague, feminine quality.
“Brother Mu Feng, turn around.”
Jing Wushuang bowed her head slightly, her face as red as a ripe, juicy strawberry.
“Hmm!”
Mu Feng softly replied. Just as he turned around, rustling sounds came from behind him.
Unintentionally looking up, he noticed a hazy small mirror hanging behind the door. Perhaps neglected or aged, it was covered in thick dust. But through the blurry mirror, he could faintly glimpse the scene behind him.
Jing Wushuang, with her back to him, slowly and gently loosened her outer robe, letting it drape loosely behind her, revealing a tight undergarment. The small, pristine white undergarment fit snugly, outlining her graceful, delicate figure. Though made of simple fabric, it was tailored perfectly with fine stitching, clearly handmade by the clever Jing Wushuang herself.
After loosening the outer robe, Jing Wushuang paused, seeming hesitant. Then her slender fingers moved softly as she slowly untied the tight undergarment. Like the robe, she did not remove it completely but let it hang half-open behind her, revealing a hint of her fragrant shoulder. Seen through the blurry mirror, the shadowy outline was even more enchanting.
At this moment, watching her movements, Mu Feng realized that a beautiful woman was not only pleasing to look at but also captivating even while undressing!
After loosening the undergarment, Jing Wushuang’s face grew redder. After a moment’s hesitation, she whispered, “Alright, Brother Mu Feng, you can turn around now!”
“Hmm!”
Mu Feng responded and turned around.
Though he knew what to expect, seeing Jing Wushuang’s back, the glimpse of her shoulder, and her fair, delicate skin still stirred his heart. A faint, gentle fragrance—a maiden’s unique scent of a sixteen-year-old girl—drifted into his nostrils, soothing yet penetrating.
“Brother Mu Feng, are you ready?” After waiting a while with no movement behind her, Jing Wushuang asked softly.
Undressing and being half-naked before a man for the first time—and having done it herself—made her extremely shy. Her face reddened further, and she bowed her head lower, not daring to look back at Mu Feng.
“Hmm, alright!”
Mu Feng snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and forced himself to stay calm as he stepped forward. Avoiding looking at her fair skin, he first took out a handkerchief his mother had sewn, gently wiping the blood near Jing Wushuang’s wound. Then, he retrieved a bottle of Golden Sore Medicine from his Breeze Ring and applied it. Finally, he tore a strip from his robe and slowly bandaged the wound.
Fair, smooth, tender, warm to the touch, and surprisingly elastic…
While bandaging, Mu Feng’s hands unavoidably brushed against Jing Wushuang’s delicate skin. The sensation at his fingertips quickened his heartbeat and made his breathing heavy.
Even when facing a cold-blooded assassin’s ambush, Mu Feng had never felt as tense as he did now!
As he bandaged the half-naked Jing Wushuang, his peripheral gaze inadvertently followed her slender, alluring neck downward, where he saw a five-finger-wide cloth strap binding her chest. To maintain her male disguise and avoid detection, the strap was tied tightly. Yet, this made her prominent peaks appear even more firm and full, like a pair of restless little white rabbits about to break free.
Looking from above, a captivating deep crevice was clearly visible. The five-finger-wide strap was large but still could not conceal the enticing view, revealing a corner of spring’s splendor. Partially hidden, it looked even more alluring.
Drip…
Mu Feng held the cloth strip, reaching around Jing Wushuang’s front to tie the final knot. Suddenly, his hand felt cool—a sparkling tear had fallen onto it. Startled, he looked up and realized that the half-naked Jing Wushuang, who had kept her head down, was now red-eyed and weeping.
“Shuang’er, I’m sorry, I…”
Mu Feng was caught off guard, feeling guilty for his earlier distraction, unsure how to comfort the grieving Jing Wushuang.
He always believed that, though not truly a good person, he had never done anything dishonorable. Yet, after seeing Jing Wushuang’s graceful, half-naked form, he realized he was no exception. Despite reading extensively and aspiring to reach the Cultivation Peak, his self-control was far from sufficient!
“Brother Mu Feng, hold me, hold me tight…”
Jing Wushuang shook her head, showing neither the expected shyness nor anger, but instead softly pleaded. Tears streamed down her face, falling drop by drop onto Mu Feng’s hand.
“Shuang’er…”
Mu Feng was surprised. Before he could react, the tearful Jing Wushuang suddenly turned and threw herself into his embrace, sobbing uncontrollably!
Crossing Cangjian Peak would lead to the Hengling Mountain Range. With the detailed map gifted by Flying Sky Bat, finding the Poison Sect deep in the mountains shouldn’t be difficult. But the moment they met the Poison Sect leader and obtained the Yang Soul Pill might also be when they parted forever. Thinking of this, Jing Wushuang’s heart ached terribly.
Throughout the journey, though depressed, she forced smiles, hoping to spend more time with Mu Feng and create better memories. But here, feeling Mu Feng’s fingers gently trace her skin as he carefully treated and bandaged her wounds, her sorrow finally overflowed!
“Shuang’er, don’t cry, Shuang’er…”
Remembering how Jing Wushuang had shared hardships and recklessly shielded him from Assassin Dao Duanliu, Mu Feng held her tightly in return. His right hand gently caressed the torn scar on her back as they clung to each other closely.