Chapter 61: Traveling Companions Adjusting to Each Other

Hearing Feng Zi's suggestion, Qing Lin nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I can definitely help out!"

Feng Zi teased her with a few words, then continued gnawing on the roasted meat in his hand—

Afterward, he was surprised to discover that in less than a quarter of an hour, Qing Lin had finished eating all the roasted meat in front of her.

For the current Feng Zi, eating had long since ceased to be a simple matter of filling his stomach; it was more about storing up Qi and Blood Power.

Therefore, he only slightly expressed his surprise, but did not mind her appetite, and smiled: "Are you full?"

Listening to his teasing, Qing Lin only then realized this point belatedly, instantly blushing, and buried her face in her hands: "N-not yet..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zi subconsciously raised his eyebrows, but did not feel very surprised:

As a Martial Artist, he understood that the most important function of food was not simple satiety, but rather used for restoring strength—

When he met Qing Lin, she was already severely injured and looked like she would not live long; how could she have any excess strength in her body?

Furthermore, Qing Lin still needed to recover from her injuries and regulate her body, so making such a response was within reason.

Feng Zi smiled and poked at the campfire in front of him, saying indifferently: "It doesn't matter, the days ahead are still long, and as traveling companions, we will always have to adjust to each other's habits."

"It's just that the night is deep now, so let's rest for the night and deal with the meal issue after dawn."

Hearing this consolation, Qing Lin slightly raised her head, her grateful gaze coming from between her parted fingers: "Okay!"

Seeing the other party's such innocent nature, Feng Zi smiled and shook his head, took the medicine bottle and gauze from his pack, and handed them to her:

"This is the medicinal ointment for applying to wounds and the gauze for bandaging. Since you are already awake, you should bandage your wounds yourself."

To tell the truth, if Feng Zi had evil intentions in his heart, he could very well have done as he had the previous few days:

Anyway, Qing Lin's cognition was like a blank sheet of paper, and she seemed to trust him very much; if he just casually made up a lie, she would likely believe him.

But Feng Zi could not do it—since he had already regarded her as a fellow traveler, he could not bring himself to do such a thing as belittling her.

Upon hearing this, Qing Lin subconsciously tilted her head, looking at the things Feng Zi handed to her: "But... I don't know how?"

In that instant, in Feng Zi's heart, the thought of wanting to slap himself to death was born:

What was he thinking about, letting his imagination run wild?

That's right, her cognition was like a blank sheet of paper; apart from her own name and the most basic communication, she knew nothing!

Thinking this through, Feng Zi no longer acted coy and immediately came behind Qing Lin:

"You take off your top first, I will help you apply medicine to the wounds on your back first. You pay attention to my movements, so you can help yourself heal in the future."

"Okay~" Qing Lin heard this, raised her slender hands, and took off the cotton top that was much larger than her own frame.

Beneath the clothing was gauze that wrapped her body almost completely tight.

But compared to when Feng Zi first helped her change the dressing, there were no longer any bloodstains on the gauze now.

Feng Zi removed the gauze and casually tossed it into the burning campfire: "You must remember, gauze after bandaging cannot be used again; it must be disposed of in time."

Listening to Feng Zi's calm tone, Qing Lin nodded repeatedly: "Mm-hmm, remembered, gauze after bandaging must be disposed of."

Upon hearing this, Feng Zi inexplicably felt as if he were teaching a daughter who had just learned to speak.

He hurriedly shook his head, threw this strange, off-the-wall thought to the back of his mind, tore off a small piece of clean cloth, soaked it in clear water, and began to wipe her back:

"After being injured, the most important thing is to disinfect the wound immediately—"

"Under conditions that allow it, it is best to use high-proof alcohol; otherwise, you should also use boiled water to wipe it."

Feng Zi casually gave a few instructions on hygiene common sense and wiped clean the ointment that had already lost its potency on her back.

Looking at Qing Lin's pearly-white back and the almost completely scabbed-over wounds, Feng Zi could not help but stop his movements.

Of course, his heart was not filled with lewd thoughts of evil intentions, but rather he was sighing with emotion:

After these few days of care, although Qing Lin's skin was still very white, it was no longer that kind of sickly pallor.

"You have recovered very well." Feng Zi told her his thoughts truthfully.

Qing Lin understood that he was genuinely expressing the joy in his heart, and her brows and eyes curved like crescent moons: "Hehe, thank you, Feng Zi."

Afterward, Feng Zi helped Qing Lin apply the medicinal ointment with practiced ease and took the opportunity to explain some common sense about life.

Qing Lin also truly understood Feng Zi's meaning just as she had said, and followed his example to apply the medicinal ointment to the wounds on her front.

After teaching Qing Lin how to use the gauze to bandage, Feng Zi handed the hunting knife to her and turned around without hesitation.

Listening to the rustling sound of clothing friction behind him, Feng Zi suddenly remembered that he had changed her clothes without her permission, and said somewhat awkwardly:

"By the way, there is one thing I forgot to tell you—the clothes you were originally wearing were too damaged, so I changed you into my spare clothes."

But this time, Qing Lin did not answer immediately.

This made Feng Zi scratch his head involuntarily and ask: "What's wrong?"

Not until he broke the silence again did Qing Lin speak up once more:

"I don't know what clothes are, I only know that you, Feng Zi, haven't done anything wrong... Are you 'afraid' of me?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to say it, but I feel that we shouldn't get along in such a strange way."

Without Qing Lin's reminder, Feng Zi also understood that his state was a bit strange:

He also did not know how he should face Qing Lin, this contradictory person.

In the end, Feng Zi only sighed helplessly: "You are right, I lost my composure—let me think about it properly."

After that, there was a long silence.

The sound of sparks popping often rang out in the space, along with the rustling sound of fine clothing friction, but these only made Feng Zi's heart more chaotic.

Finally, he suddenly perceived a soft sensation coming from behind him.

Qing Lin's slender arms also took the opportunity to wrap around him from behind.

"What's wrong?" Feng Zi asked with some confusion, but did not dare to turn his face—

He could clearly feel the sensation of hair brushing against his cheek, which was itchy.

Qing Lin's cheek gently rubbed against Feng Zi's temple, and she spoke in a low voice, like a cat: "Feng Zi, you saved me, I am very grateful to you, and that is enough."

Listening to Qing Lin's confession, Feng Zi suddenly saw the light, only feeling that he, who had been struggling with these things all along, was like a fool.

He smiled and shook his head: "That goes without saying; we are travel companions, after all, with a friendship where we entrust our backs to one another."

Having said that, he patted Qinglin's soft, boneless hand and said with a sense of relief:

"Alright, it is getting late, the wounded should sleep; I will take the night watch tonight!"