Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Xie Lingyun, holding Xie Xiaoyi, initially disbelieved the Rakshasa woman's words, but as she spoke with increasing conviction, he grew more and more alarmed, thinking to himself:

"Could his name really be Xie Xiaoyi? Is he really a womanizer?"

The thought had barely crossed her mind when the Rakshasa woman seized the opportunity of her distraction, sprang up suddenly, and used her lightness skill to its fullest extent, her figure escaping towards the mountain path.

Xie Lingyun snapped out of his daze, his eyes turned cold, and he flicked his finger slightly.

With a sharp hum, the longsword suddenly left his hand, piercing the Rakshasa woman's back with perfect accuracy, pinning her to the yellow sand and killing her mid-air.

Then, as if it had eyes, the longsword hummed as it was pulled from her back, transforming into a streak of light and returning to its sheath in one clean and swift motion.

Xie Xiaoyi's mind was as foggy as if it were filled with sand, his eyelids were too heavy to open, and in the blurry light and shadow he could only make out that dark figure. He called out in a hoarse voice:

"aunt......"

"Don't speak." Xie Lingyun's voice was still cold, but less murderous. He turned around, half-squatted down, and carried him on his back. "Let's go home first."

Family?

She said home?

The word "home" sounds scalding hot, yet it warms you to the bone.

I entered the Heaven and Earth nightclub at the age of nine, only knowing how to steal fragrance and jade and play along, I didn't know anything about family.

Today, with her saying she's going home, my utterly awful life finally has a place to belong.

He instinctively reached out and wrapped his arms around Xie Lingyun's neck, his body limp against her back.

Xie Lingyun stood up steadily, his toes barely touching the yellow sand, and his long sword once again left its sheath and hovered beneath his feet, carrying the two of them towards Fuyu Mountain.

The wind whistled in his ears, and Xie Xiaoyi's consciousness grew increasingly hazy. He instinctively tightened his arms, and his palm slid down unconsciously, landing right on Xie Lingyun's chest.

The touch triggered his muscle memory, and with the instinct of a womanizer, his fingers curled slightly.

"You...you're touching there?"

The impact was so real that Xie Lingyun's cheeks flushed red, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he subconsciously threw the person on his back off.

Xie Xiaoyi plummeted from mid-air like a kite with a broken string, letting out a muffled gasp.

Xie Lingyun was startled and instantly came to his senses, inwardly cursing himself for being impulsive.

She tapped the sword hard with her toes, causing the sword to suddenly change direction. Her body spun rapidly, drifting through the air.

In the blink of an eye, he caught up with the falling Xie Xiaoyi, reached out and steadily supported his waist, and carried him back on his back.

His arm tightened, the force slightly greater than before, tinged with a barely perceptible panic: "You...you better behave your hands!"

Riding on his sword through the clouds, he soon landed at the Wanghai Lodge on the edge of Fuyu Mountain.

Xie Lingyun pushed open the door and entered, gently placing Xie Xiaoyi on the couch. He raised his hand to check Xie's pulse, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

The injuries were so severe that the bloodstains clung to the fabric of my clothes, making it impossible to heal without removing them.

Xie Lingyun felt embarrassed because he had never undressed a man before.

However, seeing the wounds on Xie Xiaoyi's body, caused by the sound waves, still bleeding profusely, she felt a tightness in her chest and could no longer tolerate any embarrassment.

She bit her lip to steady herself, her fingertips trembling as she reached for the tie on his shirt.

The cloth was torn open, revealing well-proportioned pectoral and abdominal muscles underneath, with clean lines, but stained with mottled bloodstains.

Her eyelashes drooped abruptly, she dared not look any longer, her fingers froze in mid-air, unable to touch them, and she hurriedly looked away.

He raised his hand to pull up his sleeves, coughed lightly, and then steeled himself to reach out and carefully remove his blood-stained clothes.

When the medicinal powder was applied to the wound, Xie Xiaoyi groaned softly. Xie Lingyun subconsciously pressed down lightly with his palm, which happened to touch Xie Xiaoyi's firm muscles.

A tingling sensation ran through her fingertips, and her face flushed red again. She quickly moved her hand away, grabbed the strip of cloth, and clumsily but carefully wrapped it around her neck, not daring to be distracted again.

After the bandage was properly applied, she gathered her energy, raised her hand, and placed her palm against Xie Xiaoyi's chest, slowly transferring a gentle stream of true energy to him.

As the true energy entered his body, Xie Xiaoyi's brows relaxed slightly, and a soft sound escaped from his throat, indicating that he had regained some consciousness.

His vision was still blurred, and he could only make out the familiar dark figure in front of him. Before his mind could process it, he instinctively raised his hand.

She wrapped her arms around Xie Lingyun's waist, pulling her tightly against her chest, her voice hoarse: "Am I dead, or am I dreaming? Aunt... is that you?"

Eighteen years have passed, and this is the first time a man has put his arm around my waist.

Xie Lingyun froze, unable to move as if his pressure points had been struck, his palm still pressed against Xie Xiaoyi's chest, his internal energy almost dissipated.

"You...you let go!"

Xie Xiaoyi clung to her tightly, refusing to let go, and unconsciously pressed his head against her chest, his warm breath seeping into her clothes.

Xie Lingyun was startled and instinctively struggled, which aggravated Xie Xiaoyi's wound, causing him to groan softly, "Ouch—"

The cry of pain made Xie Lingyun immediately stop all movement, standing frozen in place, his face flushed, his heart pounding wildly—

This action is so awkward, like a woman breastfeeding a child, really...

She tried to push him away, but as soon as her hand touched Xie Xiaoyi's arm, she remembered the newly bandaged wound and knew that it might tear open if she moved even slightly.

She could only endure it, her body stiff, not daring to bend her waist, letting Xie Xiaoyi hold her, not daring to move at all.

Just then, a sudden gust of wind rose outside the window, whipping up large raindrops that pelted the window frame on the cliff edge.

A thunderous roar ripped through the sky, shrouding Wanghailu in a gloomy, rainy twilight.

......

The rain on Fuyu Mountain seems endless.

Xie Lingyun sat by the window, holding the longsword that had been with her for many years, lost in thought.

Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

When Xie Xiaoyi woke up, it felt like there was sandpaper stuck in his throat, and even the slightest movement of his bones hurt.

He struggled to open his eyes and met a pair of calm, unwavering eyes.

Xie Lingyun was sitting on a stool by the bed. Seeing that he was awake, he asked, "Awake?"

His voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

Xie Xiaoyi felt a surge of emotion, and forgot most of the pain all over his body.

"Aunt...Aunt..." His voice was terribly hoarse, "I..."

"Drink your medicine first." Xie Lingyun didn't let him finish speaking, picked up the warm medicine bowl next to him, and held it to his lips.

The medicine tasted extremely bitter, so bitter that Xie Xiaoyi's tongue went numb. The moment it entered his throat, he raised a slight brow.

Having been mentored by two unparalleled medical masters, the ability to identify herbs and medicinal plants is ingrained in his very being; the properties of the herbs in the bowl become clear instantly.

It has a deep purple natal core, which can astringe blood, heal wounds, and promote the smooth flow of meridians. It is worth more than a hundred taels of silver.

Nine-jointed calamus root, which grows one joint every ten years, is specially used to protect the heart and treat injuries to the internal organs.

Golden-edged snake orchid juice is remarkably effective in nourishing vital energy.

All three are extremely bitter and precious, rarely seen by ordinary noble families.

And... the gall bladder of the Bosoch snake?

I go!

That's a snake with a rooster's comb on its head, a kind of snake that's about to transform into a dragon!

He was secretly alarmed—this bowl of medicine must have used up most of Xie Lingyun's treasured collection, right?

Xie Xiaoyi wanted to say something, but Xie Ling stopped him with her eyes. Her gaze was light, but it carried an undeniable force.

He obediently drank his medicine.

After finishing the bowl of medicine, Xie Xiaoyi licked the bitterness from the corner of her lips and whispered, "Auntie, did you save me?"