Di Youlin nuzzled his head against Ning Xuan. She ran her fingers through his silky-smooth hair. "Don't talk nonsense. You're fine; you don't need any medicine. Come on, sit up straight. Let me check you again."
Ning Xuan pressed down with her fingers, making Di Youlin sit.
At Ning Xuan's insistence, Di Youlin sat down obediently. He knew she wanted to check the condition of his Spiritual Sea, but the battle had been chaotic, and his body had been injured as well. At this thought, his fingers deftly undid his buttons. With a swift movement, he pulled down his already loose shirt, revealing his bare, firm upper body.
Ning Xuan grabbed Di Youlin's hand as he started to take off his pants and tapped his head in warning. "Deal with your external injuries yourself later. Close your eyes, focus your mind, and open your Spiritual Sea. I'm going in to have a look."
"Yes, Master." Di Youlin sat cross-legged and focused his Divine Sense.
