Lin Chuan raised his head and cast a cautious glance at the Daoist nun. Under the moonlight, her pretty face was flushed, and she kept her head lowered with a coy, hesitant expression that was truly heart-palpitating.
Yet Lin Chuan could still feel the killing intent emanating from her, prompting him to curse inwardly: here he was helping her apply medicine, and yet she still harbored the intent to kill him.
Blocking the nun's line of sight, Lin Chuan flicked his fingers slightly to retrieve a small medicine bottle from within his storage, mixing its contents into the powder he sprinkled over her wounds.
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