Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

"Mr. Huai, what's the matter?"

Shao Yue looked outside the house with an anxious look in her eyes. She wanted to walk around Huaihui, but felt a little embarrassed.

"The elder of the Medicine Refining Hall has delivered the medicine. I can start treating the wound on your hand."

Huaihui moved silently, completely blocking her view to the outside.

When Shao Yue heard the news, she was happy at first, but then an embarrassment appeared on her face.

"But Master Ji and I have an appointment to go down the mountain together today. It would be bad to break the appointment. How about we start the treatment from tomorrow?"

"Miss Shao, although I have temporarily suppressed the wound on your hand, it may still cause some damage to you. The sooner you get treatment, the better. I think Brother Ji will understand if I don't go today."

Huaihui refused to give in and insisted that treatment must begin today.

There was no other way, Shao Yue could only send a message to Ji Xuanhe and arrange for their next meeting.

After returning to the house, Huaihui handed the pills in the storage bag to Shaoyue and gave her a cup of warm tea to help her swallow them.

"Thank you."

Shao Yue poured out a pill and swallowed it into his throat, then picked up the tea and drank it all without any hesitation.

After taking the medicine, she rolled up her sleeves. The whole process was so smooth as if she had rehearsed it in advance, without any movement that wasted time.

Huaihui felt a little uncomfortable, but when he saw the teeth marks on Shaoyue's wrist, he calmed down and carefully transmitted his spiritual energy to disperse the black energy again and again.

Under the effect of the elixir, Shao Yue's body temperature rose slightly, especially her wrists, which changed from jade-like soft white to pink.

It looked vaguely, and it seemed that there was some heat rising out.

The power of the dispersed black air decreased and it lingered at the tooth marks. It wanted to enter but was repelled by the heat.

Gradually, some black air that had not had time to gather disappeared in the air.

After one round, although it was not very obvious, you could still see that the black color in the teeth marks had faded a little.

"Ok?"

Shao Yue saw Huaihui stop and asked anxiously.

"It's okay today, but you have to come for treatment every afternoon from now on."

Shao Yue let out an unhappy cry, but she knew this was very important to her, so she could only postpone her appointment with Ji Xuanhe day by day.

The next day, when Shao Yue came to see Ji Xuanhe practicing sword, she told him about this.

Ji Xuanhe was a little disappointed, but he also knew that healing the wound was important, so he smiled and comforted her:

"It's okay. I'll take you there when you're better."

Because they spent less time together in the afternoon, Ji Xuanhe became a chatterbox after practicing sword skills in the morning and he and Shao Yue were almost never apart.

In the afternoon, Huaihui treated her and saw that her attitude was visibly different from Shaoyue's cooperation and initiative towards Ji Xuanhe in the morning.

Gentle and polite, exactly the same attitude he had used towards her before.

Huaihui also didn't know if it was his illusion. After Shao Yue really established contact with Ji Xuanhe, the person who seemed enthusiastic at Wang's house began to keep a distance from him.

Huaihui remembered a folk saying, "The bride is married, and the matchmaker is thrown over the wall."

If I could understand Ji Xuanhe directly, I wouldn't need this indirect channel of understanding. Although I can't remember the specific words of the proverb, this is roughly what it means.

It was obviously me who saved her, so I should be the one enjoying her gentle smile.

Even though Huaihui told himself countless times that this shouldn't be the case, such thoughts would still pop up in his mind from time to time.

The scene that needed no explanation seemed to be still before his eyes, and a faint regret surged in his heart.

Huaihui closed his eyes tightly, refusing to allow himself to make any mistakes.

Afterwards, he would deliberately avoid watching the scenes of Ji Xuanhe and Shao Yue getting along. When he saw Ji Xuanhe going to find Shao Yue, he would put away his sword and return to the cave to meditate and practice.

This did calm him down a lot, but when he came back to his senses, he discovered that some ambiguous feelings had developed between Shao Yue and Ji Xuan He.

In the past, one of them just had a good impression of her because she saved his life, and the other one was willing to get along with her because she valued him more than Huaihui.

When did it develop to this point?

Huaihui's heart was pounding, he covered his face with his hands, and his eyes were dark.

He actually became the matchmaker between the two of them. The joke he had said in his mind before became a reality, but Huaihui couldn't accept it.

Recalling the scene last night when Ji Xuanhe and Shao Yue took turns to tell him about this matter, Huaihui could no longer sit still. He stood up and asked Shao Yue to come out.

Under the night sky, the two of them strolled in the quiet mountains, and the atmosphere was peaceful.

Huaihui thought for a long time and finally spoke:

"Miss Shao, you and Brother Ji..."

When the usually steady girl heard Huaihui mention the person whose relationship with her had changed recently, half of her neck turned red.

Shao Yue stopped walking forward and looked at Huai Hui expectantly.

"Mr. Huai, you are Xuan He's good friend, and I also regard you as a friend. You will bless us, right?"

She called Ji Xuanhewei the intimate Xuanhe, called herself the unfamiliar Mr. Huai, and said that he regarded herself as a good friend.

Huaihui clenched his fingers into a fist, then released them.

"Miss Shao, have you really thought it through? Don't you remember the story of the white-headed short-legged bird? That bird wanted to marry Miss Wang because of saving her life, but what happened in the end..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the angry Shao Yue.

"Mr. Huai. That white-headed short-legged sparrow was just assuming things, but Xuan He and I are in love with each other, so of course the ending will be different."

"Brother Ji is a disciple of Taoism. His life span is a hundred times longer than that of ordinary people. This means that your relationship is doomed to not end well."

"Don't say anything. Even if it doesn't end well, it doesn't matter. You don't have to worry about it."

Shao Yue's eyes were moist. She looked at him angrily, then turned around and went home.

She was angry, and Huaihui was even angrier. As his emotions fluctuated, the burning feeling in his chest became more and more obvious.

He patted his chest, took a deep breath, chased after Shao Yue and apologized, ignoring the strangeness in his body.

The two people barely restored the surface peace, but only they themselves knew what they were thinking deep in their hearts.

Shao Yue and Ji Xuan He were still in the vague stage of intimacy and ambiguity. The incident Huai Hui mentioned did prevent further development to a certain extent.

Huaihui didn't know what she was thinking. He felt suffocated when he saw the two of them being intimate in the morning.

When I was dispelling the black energy for Shao Yue in the afternoon, I was still thinking about this matter.

Shao Yue remembered Huaihui's words that night and was still a little angry. She turned her head away and didn't look at him or talk to him.

Huaihui was also distracted and didn't notice that the increasingly faint black energy all entered his body.

As time passed, the amount of pills Shao Yue ate decreased little by little, and the black energy on his hands became thinner and thinner, until it finally disappeared.

"I'm fine? Really fine! Mr. Huai, thank you for these days."

Shao Yue held her wrist and saw that there was no trace of teeth marks on it. She thanked Huaihui happily.