She looked up at the boy.
Sitting on the bed, he was also looking down at her. His immature and fair cheeks had a cold expression that did not match his age, and his eyes were quietly staring at her.
"What's your name?" Yu Chu asked again.
The young man still didn't answer, he pursed his lips, his pale lips showed a hint of crimson because of the slight warming.
He was so good-looking that even at a young age, it was hard to take his eyes off him.
You can imagine how gorgeous it is when you grow up.
It's no wonder that in the original plot, the name of Demon God Xuan Ling was spread. In addition to his heaven-defying strength, there is also his boundless beauty, which is so beautiful that it makes people dazzled.
Yu Chu stared blankly for a moment, then pursed his lips, concentrated on helping him warm his hands, and wrapped him in a quilt.
The young man was sitting on the bed, wrapped in a snow-white quilt, only showing a small head, beautiful eyes and fair cheeks, even if his expression was cold, it couldn't hide the immature and cuteness brought by his peerless beauty.
Yu Chu brought a bottle of ointment, dipped his fingers in some, and wiped it on his fair forehead.
The young man avoided it vigilantly, staring at her unblinkingly with a pair of dark red pupils, obviously guarded.
Yu Chu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled helplessly, and motioned for the ointment in his hand: "I'll apply the ointment for you."
The boy's eyes moved to the ointment.
He pursed his lips, and the light-colored blush faded again because of the tight movement.
The eyelashes are laid down like two small brushes.
Yu Chu stared at him for a while, then tentatively reached out to touch the wound on his forehead.
But the boy still retreated warily, because the backward movement was too big, and he was wrapped in a quilt, so he didn't pay attention, and fell over after thumping on the ground.
The child stood up holding his fair little hands, pursing his thin lips without saying a word.
Yu Chu smiled and handed him the ointment:
"Then you paint it yourself?"
Xuan Ling bit her lips slightly, looked at her quietly, and glanced at the ointment in her hand.
He paused for a while, but silently shrank back, wrapping his little hands around his knees.
"Not painted?" Yu Chu was a little surprised.
She thought about it, glanced at the blood on the little boy's forehead, and decided to resort to violence.
She snapped her fingers slightly, and the boy suddenly showed a look of astonishment, his two little white hands were bound and pulled away by Xianli, the slender fingers of the woman in front of him lifted his chin, and spread the ointment on his forehead.
The boy pursed his lips tightly and his blood-colored pupils were full of confusion, but he remained calm and said nothing.
It wasn't until the wound on his forehead felt a slight coolness that he stopped his struggling motions in a daze, and stared at the woman unblinkingly with a pair of beautiful blood-colored eyes.
Not to hurt him.
Her movements are very gentle.
The ointment melted on the wound, relieving the pain and bringing a cool feeling.
The young man stared blankly at the woman, his bright red lips parted slightly, but he did not speak, his white and tender cheeks, and the red lotus between his brows, were extremely beautiful.
He has been called a devil since he was a child, and the people he sees are full of malice. They are either afraid of his brow red lotus, or covet the pure beauty of the little boy. He never met anyone who was really nice to him.
After Yu Chu applied the ointment, he met the young man's beautiful and dazed eyes.
He pursed his lips and asked hoarsely:
"… Who are you?"
The voice is tender and sweet, and the mood is very calm.
Yu Chu smiled slightly, straightened his snow-colored robe, raised his eyebrows and said, "I am one of the four immortals, named Fengchu. Would you like to be my apprentice and follow me back to the fairy mountain to practice?"