Chapter 24

Ye Lixiao lowered his gaze to look at his wound. Despite how severe it was, he seemed almost unaware of the pain. Even if it truly hurt, the moment Xing Luo showed concern, the pain seemed to vanish.
Ye Lixiao parted his thin lips slightly, speaking in a calm yet meaningful tone: “This wound I bear is for you. You should take responsibility.”
“Take responsibility? For what?” Xing Luo looked adorably clueless.
Ye Lixiao: “Take responsibility for taking care of me.”
“Of course, no problem!” Xing Luo nodded. Since his injured arm couldn’t move freely, he would naturally be inconvenient in action. It was caused by her, so of course it was her responsibility to take care of him.
Ye Lixiao: “I want to bathe now.”
“Ah?” Xing Luo blinked her wide eyes. “Your Highness, you’re injured, do you really want to bathe? What if the wound touches water?”
As she spoke, Ye Lixiao raised his uninjured hand, passing it above the wound. A translucent dome of demonic energy appeared around it.
It was a water-proof barrier. With it covering the wound, water could be avoided, and bathing would be safe.
Ye Lixiao: “Any more questions?”
“No.” Xing Luo had nothing more to say. It seemed Ye Lixiao really was meticulous about cleanliness, he insisted on bathing even while injured.
Helping him undress wasn’t a big deal; after all, she wasn’t seeing anything new, and she wasn’t at any loss. Might as well take the chance.
Ye Lixiao didn’t speak further. He simply watched her quietly, waiting for her to act.
Xing Luo, feeling no embarrassment, reached out and untied his robe sash, removed the outer robe, and then the inner clothing.
As she slid off Ye Lixiao’s inner shirt from his shoulders, his fair skin was exposed. Xing Luo couldn’t help but feel like she was doing something naughty.
Ye Lixiao’s skin was fair, but his figure was impressive, broad shoulders, narrow waist, well-defined muscles, firm yet not exaggerated, so compelling it made her want to reach out.
But for her own safety, Xing Luo restrained her claws.
Soon, all of Ye Lixiao’s clothes were removed, leaving only his pants.
At this, Xing Luo grew a little shy. She had never removed a man’s pants before, especially not her enemy’s. Xing Luo’s tactics against foes were diverse and creative, but this one wasn’t among them; it felt strange.
Still, she braced herself and went ahead.
She finished removing the clothing as quickly as possible.
Her ears flushed involuntarily, and she quickly withdrew her hands, looking away and stammering: “O-okay. Your Highness, you may get into the water now.”
Xing Luo was embarrassed, and Ye Lixiao, in truth, felt the same. He didn’t tease her further and stepped into the water.
Hearing the sound of him entering, Xing Luo finally dared to look.
Ye Lixiao’s gaze happened to meet hers, and at that moment, he commanded: “Come here.”
Xing Luo approached the edge of the bath. “Your Highness, what is it?”
Ye Lixiao: “Come into the water.”
“!” Xing Luo was momentarily stunned. Did he want her to bathe with him?
He probably wanted her to assume her original form.
With a “poof,” Xing Luo transformed into her cat form and leapt into the water, swimming to stand in front of Ye Lixiao.
The man scooped her cat form into his arms, gently stroking her small head and the fur along her body.
Time passed unknowingly, and eventually, Ye Lixiao held Xing Luo and stepped out of the bath.