I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 75

These words practically blocked all her escape routes.

Shang Can couldn't think of how to respond. In her heart, she sighed that indeed, an open-minded person was different, feeling a tinge of sadness for herself.

Fortunately, after Yun Duan said that, he didn't seem to expect her to respond. He quickly returned to his normal tone, handed her the soap pod, and then, still somewhat unwilling to give up, asked, "Are you really sure you don't need me to stay here and help? No matter what?"

"...No matter what." It felt as if Yun Duan were in a rush to help her but was rejected, making her realize just how ungrateful she was. Shang Can gritted her teeth and replied, "I can manage by myself; you don't need to worry about me."

"..."

He still seemed a bit unconvinced, but Yun Duan obediently withdrew his hand, stepped back a couple of paces, and said softly, "Then I'll wait outside. Call me if you need anything, Shang Can."

Even though she knew that even if she fell, she would never call Yun Duan in, Shang Can still nodded eagerly, finally breathing a sigh of relief in her heart.

But before she could completely relax, she suddenly felt Yun Duan gently touch the area under her shoulder blade. His fingertips were cool, sending a jolt of pain and an involuntary shiver through her.

The suddenness startled Shang Can, causing her to lean forward, and water from the tub splashed out messily. When she opened her mouth, her tone was hard to maintain, and she stammered, "...What... are you doing?"

"...There's a bruise here on your back."

Yun Duan's voice was faint, quickly withdrawing as he said seriously, "You need to apply medicine to it afterward."

Alright, alright. As long as Yun Duan could leave, everything was fine; it was just finding Wan Shao to apply some medicine. Shang Can nodded eagerly, earning a satisfied "mm" from Yun Duan, who then turned toward the door.

It was only when she heard the sound of the door opening that Shang Can, who had been holding her breath, finally felt as if she had been pardoned and slumped down, silently wiping the moisture from her forehead, unsure whether it was steam or sweat. She truly felt that that moment was much harder than fighting against Qin Yi and Nan Shuang.

Fortunately, Yun Duan was a reasonable person, allowing her to pass through this ordeal safely, at most ending up—

Shang Can tensed up awkwardly, hesitating to touch the spot where Yun Duan had just brushed against her.

...It should have healed by now; otherwise, why would it suddenly be itching?

After a rather thrilling bath, Shang Can lingered and left the bathing area, feeling as if it hadn't relaxed her at all; rather, it had made her mentally even more exhausted.

"Shang Can."

The culprit that had made her weary was patiently waiting for her at the door. When he saw her come out, he approached her, looking her up and down with concern, and then softened his tone, saying, "That's good. Do you feel any discomfort?"

"Not at all."

Shang Can firmly denied it: "Even though I can't see right now, I'm still a cultivator. My—my spiritual sight is very clear, at least enough for me to bathe alone."

He clearly didn't understand what she was rambling about regarding spiritual sight, but Yun Duan still gave a half-understanding "mm" and naturally took Shang Can's hand, saying, "It's getting late; let's apply medicine to your back injury."