Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 85: Facing Each Other
Fang Tong was hesitant as to whether to continue with Feng Twelve's words or tell him the real reason.

She raised her paw to scratch her ears, feeling more conflicted than ever before.

She sat down on the scroll and stared at the paper beneath her in a daze.

She is just a cat, and a seriously injured cat at that, why should she worry about such complicated things.

Feng Twelve saw that she didn't move for a long time, so he reached out and picked her up.

"If you don't want to write, then don't write—"

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly sank and he leaned backward.

The white cloth fluttered to the ground, and a pretty girl lay on him.

Feng Twelve felt the smooth and delicate touch on his palm and subconsciously wanted to push the person away, but before he moved, he heard Fang Tong groan, obviously she had pulled the wound on her body.

Feng Twelve hesitated for a moment and fastened her waist again.

"you……"

He said one word and then closed his mouth tightly.

Fang Tong lay on his chest without moving. She was in a state of extreme shock, confusion, and a complex feeling of how could she be so powerful.

She had figured out the trick to transformation, but just now she just tried it and suddenly turned into a living person with just a thought. Not only was Feng Twelve frightened, but even she herself couldn't recover.

She placed her right palm on his shoulder, and stared at her fingers for a long time, finally confirming that she had really changed as she said.

She lowered her eyes and realized something was wrong.

She was lying naked on Feng Twelve, with his hands still around her waist.

She looked at the dark folds on his shoulders, her brain seemed to be paused, and she thought slowly: should she change back immediately, or find some clothes to put on first?
It was impossible to change back. Her mind was in a mess, like a hundred balls of yarn running around, and she couldn't concentrate at all. And her clothes -

A soft cloak fell on her, covering her tightly.

Fang Tong raised her eyes. The secret compartment where the clothes were kept was behind Feng Twelve, a bit far away from the two of them. She didn't know how he managed to open the secret compartment while holding her with one hand and with the other.

He covered her with his cloak and quickly pulled his arms out from underneath her. He turned his head and looked to the other side of the carriage, whispering, "Can you get up?"

He turned his face away, his chin clenched, revealing a sharp jawline.

Fang Tong gathered his cloak and sat up carefully.

Sitting up straight felt even weirder.

Her wound hurt, so she didn't dare to move too much and could only slowly move away from him. At this time, she had her knees slightly apart, half kneeling and half sitting facing Feng Twelve, her knees pressed against his thighs. There was an indescribable charm in the posture of the two of them.

Fang Tong pursed her lips and moved away from him as if nothing had happened.

When she stood still, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel sweat all over her back and a burning pain in the wound on her back.

She turned her head to look at her shoulder, and heard Feng Twelve ask, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Fang Tong wanted to shake his head with courage, but what he said was: "Can you take a look for me, is the wound broken?"

Shame is nothing compared to life. She suddenly turned from a cat back into a human. The bandages could not grow with her body and broke into pieces. She was only worried that the wound sutured by the veterinarian would break.

Her expression was frank, with a hint of worry in her tone. Feng Twelve was stunned for a moment, and his face was no longer as tense as before.

He whispered, "Sit down and let me take a look."

Fang Tong followed his instructions and sat down with his back to him. He loosened a corner of his cloak, revealing his injured shoulder and back.

She was not worried that Feng Twelve would have any bad thoughts. Firstly, she believed in his character. Secondly, she knew without thinking how ugly her wounds were. No one would have any extra thoughts about such a terrible body.

She only regarded Feng Twelve as a surgeon, and trusted him to help her with her injuries. When Feng Twelve's cloak fell off, his pupils shrank slightly unconsciously.

On Fang Tong's naked back, there was a long wound that was sutured with mulberry bark thread. The mulberry bark thread could blend into the skin and did not need to be removed. At this point, it had already blended about 70% to 80%, and the break was not obvious, but the dark red wound was still horrifying. The unhealed flesh at both ends of the wound was slightly turned over, and one could imagine how deep the knife had been.

Feng Twelve's gaze shifted to her left shoulder. The arrow wound on her left shoulder was even more hideous, like a sewn eye that was now slightly open.

Fang Tong waited for a while, but the other party didn't speak, so he couldn't help but ask: "Do I need to sew it again?"

Her tone was still calm, but her tense body betrayed her mood. She had already felt the pain during the stitching last time. Was she going to have to do it again this time?

“…No need.” Feng Twelve said, “Your wound is healing very quickly. There is no tear inside. The skin and flesh outside just need to be treated with medicine.”

Fang Tong let out a long sigh: "That's great."

“But you have to bear with it while applying the medicine.” Feng Twelve said.

"I understand." Fang Tong looked around.

They were now in the carriage, with Feng Yuyang and others traveling with them outside, so it was not appropriate to make too much noise.

"Give me a handkerchief." Fang Tong said.

"What to do?" Feng Twelve asked.

Fang Tong looked back at him and said, "I'll hold it in my mouth while you apply the medicine. If it hurts too much, I can bite the handkerchief so I can't scream."

Feng Twelve lowered his eyes and looked at her back.

"Don't dawdle," Fang Tong urged, "I'm cold."

She hadn't put on any clothes yet, and a cloak wasn't enough to keep her warm. She had to expose her back while people applied medicine to her. A slight breeze blew by, and she soon got goose bumps.

Feng Twelve responded in a low voice, handed her a handkerchief, and turned to get medicine from the secret compartment.

Fang Tong took the handkerchief and looked at it: "Is it clean?"

She talks a lot when she's nervous, and she couldn't help but make a joke to relax.

"Never used it." Feng Twelve's answer came from behind, followed by the sound of bottles and jars being placed on the small table.

Fang Tong twisted the handkerchief into a strand and tried to put it into his mouth. He hesitated for a moment and turned back: "You applied the medicine quickly, right?"

Feng Twelve lowered his head and uncorked the bottle: "Yeah."

Fang Tong looked at his flexible fingers and warned him earnestly, "Be gentle."

Feng Twelve raised his eyes.

There was no emotion in his dark pupils, and he seemed extremely calm.

"Turn over and lie on me so that I can apply the medicine." He lowered his head again, folded a piece of yellow paper in half, and poured the black powder in the bottle onto the paper.

Fang Tong didn't hesitate or be polite. She covered her cloak in front of her chest, turned around, and looked at him: "Why are you lying down?"

Before the patient goes on the operating table, he or she will confirm the position with the doctor, and she directly regarded Feng Twelve as her chief surgeon.

Feng Twelve stopped what he was doing, seemed a little uncertain, and after a pause he said, "A little lower than before."

Fang Tong looked at the bench: "Is this chair okay?"

The seat in the carriage was not wide, and it was already a bit difficult for two people to sit on top of each other, not to mention that they had to apply medicine.

Feng Twelve pursed his lips and said, "Go to the floor."

(End of this chapter)