Embarrassed to say it?
"I’m Medicine King, and I’m 1300 years old. It’s not any different; I haven’t held a young lady’s hand either, what did I say?"
So young, what’s there to fret about? Thinking about young girls?!
Feng Liyan rolled his eyes.
"But there’s no rush. Qing Yi and the Drunkard are even older than me, and they still don’t have girlfriends. Shang Ying was almost twenty-five when he met Miss Wen."
Bai Yi consoled himself.
Seeing that Little Gray Cat refused to eat more, Bai Yi asked.
Seeing Little Gray Cat respond, Bai Yi smiled, put down the bowl in his hand, and picked up the bowl of medicinal pigeon soup.
"Have a couple more sips of soup, just two sips; it helps the wounds heal faster."
Feng Liyan looked at the soup brought to his mouth and reluctantly drank it.
Speaking of medicinal cuisine, Feng Liyan thought of Wen Xiao’ai.
The Little Princess said she would go into seclusion, but the Demon Clan didn’t know exactly when she had left.
It had been a while since he had any medicinal cuisine, and it would be troublesome if she remembered something.
Feng Liyan began to worry.
Previously, even when Wen Xiao’ai was in seclusion, he would deliver the prepared medicinal cuisine to her to drink, just to prevent Immortal Shang Ying’s memories from suddenly resurfacing.
This had been the case for the past five hundred years, except for this time.
He didn’t even know whether it was right or wrong for the old Clan Leader and his father to use the soul of Immortal Shang Ying to save the Little Princess.
Seeing Wen Xiao’ai growing to look more and more like Shang Ying, Feng Liyan became increasingly worried.
Nowadays, whether Wen Xiao’ai was Immortal Shang Ying or Cat Demon Wen Xiao’ai, even Feng Liyan couldn’t figure it out.
For these past scores and nearly a hundred years, they had come up with every excuse not to let her go back to the Immortal Realm, restricting her freedom, and keeping her firmly trapped in the Demon Realm. In the end, they even limited her activities to the territory of the Cat Demon Clan.
All this was to prevent the Immortals in the Immortal Realm, particularly those who knew and still remembered Shang Ying, from seeing her again. However, they never expected that she would sneak out on her own.
He had no idea where the Little Princess had gone to, but he hoped she hadn’t gone to the Immortal Realm. If she were discovered there, it was bound to cause trouble.
Even though the Demon Lord was no longer around, even though Shang Ying had become Wen Xiao’ai, and even though nearly a thousand years had passed, the Immortals of the Holy City, especially the family members of the Immortals who died in that war a thousand years ago, would definitely not forgive her...
"Good, very well-behaved."
Bai Yi put down the bowl and spoon and took a tissue to carefully wipe Little Gray Cat’s mouth.
"Finally got you fed. Now it’s my turn to eat; I’m starving."
Bai Yi, whose stomach had been growling with hunger, picked up his own food and prepared to take a big bite. Just as he opened his mouth and before he could take a bite, he felt a disdainful gaze from a certain cat.
Bai Yi gave Little Gray Cat a sheepish laugh and took his food to the balcony.
"I won’t eat in front of you."
Feng Liyan glanced at Bai Yi, who had run off to eat on the balcony, pursed his lips, and closed his eyes to begin self-hypnosis to fall asleep.
Sleeping was the only way to make time pass the fastest.
He simply couldn’t stand to be awake and face himself after not bathing for several days.
Sleep, sleep, once asleep, he wouldn’t feel disdain.
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After a pleasant nap, Wen Xiao’ai woke up at four in the afternoon, ready to be in the best state to find the doorway back home in the woods, but found that the person beside her bed was gone.
Wen Xiao’ai rubbed her eyes and sat up, seeing the man who had gotten up at some unknown time and was now sitting on the couch, engrossed in playing with his phone.
Wen Xiao’ai fell to one side, muttering in her tiny mouth, successfully attracting the attention of the man on the couch.