"Is the water... cold?"

Nangong Qingcheng, although shy about facing Jiang Feng, eventually walked up to him and asked in a barely audible voice.

"It's okay."

Jiang Feng looked playfully at Nangong Qingcheng, whose cheeks were as red as blood, and laughed.

"A grown man afraid of the cold; don't you usually take cold showers?" Nangong Qingcheng snorted softly.

"Why do you keep looking down? I'm not on the floor." Jiang Feng chuckled.

Nangong Qingcheng let out an "oh," hesitated for a moment, and finally gathered her courage to awkwardly lift her head.

But after merely glancing at Jiang Feng sitting in the bathtub, her nervousness and unease vanished, replaced immediately by a stronger sense of distress!

Because Jiang Feng, at some point, had gained many more scars on his body, vividly displayed on his bare chest, looking so horrifying and heart-wrenching!

Jiang Feng noticed the pained look in Nangong Qingcheng's eyes and suddenly found himself losing interest in teasing her.

"What's wrong, you've seen it before, are you scared?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile.

Nangong Qingcheng pouted and said nothing, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions.

Wrenching, uncomfortable, aggrieved, sorrowful, all tangled together, feeling quite miserable.

"Did you get hurt this time?"

Nangong Qingcheng moved beside Jiang Feng, squatted down, and couldn't help but extend her tender hand to gently stroke the faint scars on Jiang Feng's chest, asking softly.

It is said that scars are a man's medals, but Jiang Feng had too many; each line telling the stories etched on him.

"No, these have been here for a long time; you just didn't notice them before."

Jiang Feng smiled warmly.

Speaking of these scars, they were from before he was reincarnated, left from when he was kidnapped and beaten.

Upon his return and through retraining with the Devouring Sky Demon Technique, no one could harm him anymore.

But Nangong Qingcheng naturally didn't know this, thinking he had gained quite a few new ones.

Seeing Nangong Qingcheng in such distress, Jiang Feng had no intention of teasing her; he just wanted to hold her forever and cherish her.

"Do you know what I'm most grateful for?" Jiang Feng spoke earnestly.

Nangong Qingcheng looked up directly at him, biting her lip softly, and shook her head.

"I've been thinking, luckily these scars aren't on my face, otherwise if I really got disfigured, I wouldn't be good enough for you." Jiang Feng joked deliberately.

However, this was merely a thoughtless remark, and after Nangong Qingcheng heard it, her beautiful eyes, like black gemstones, suddenly dimmed.

She silently looked at Jiang Feng for a while before burying her head in her knees, sobbing sadly.

Jiang Feng was caught off guard, a bit stunned, immediately sat up in the bathtub, and gently stroked Nangong Qingcheng's smooth hair, awkwardly asking, "Qingcheng, why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?"

Nangong Qingcheng raised her head with a sob, tears glistening as she looked at him: "Jiang Feng, can't you learn to protect yourself? I know I can't help you, but even for my sake, you should take care of yourself. With so many scars on you, and still going into danger, when will you really let me stop worrying?"

Jiang Feng's heart stirred; so this was what troubled Nangong Qingcheng...

He immediately put on a relaxed smile and said, "Qingcheng, listen to you, haven't I said that in this life, I am unrelated to peace? I don't go looking for trouble, trouble finds me."

Nangong Qingcheng's eyes were red, lowering her head without a word.

"I know you care about me, but there's really no need. Your husband isn't all talk; those who try to mess with me currently are all too insignificant. Moreover, how could I be in trouble before marrying you in grand style? I haven't forgotten about the century wedding! I still want you to give me a few chubby kids in the future…"

Nangong Qingcheng was indeed immersed in sadness, but hearing Jiang Feng's deliberate joking made her want to laugh, filled with an authentic smile of happiness.

She glared at Jiang Feng fiercely: "At times like this, you still joke. Who told you I care about that so-called century wedding? It's not needed, just wait for me to graduate, we can have a low-key wedding at the right time. I've already thought about it, even if we live on simple meals daily, I'm willing to stay by your side..."

"Qingcheng..."

Jiang Feng was genuinely moved, momentarily speechless.

"And don't always think you're strong; you're actually a big dummy who doesn't even know how to take care of yourself. No matter how domineering you are in front of others, aren't you still just a child?"

Child...

Under the heavens, perhaps only Nangong Qingcheng would describe Jiang Feng like this.

If Di Long, Tarsen, Hemeng, and Dao Tuo, who just met their demise at Jiang Feng's hands, heard her evaluation, they probably wouldn't rest in peace…

"Ahem, Qingcheng, the water's really cold now, if you don't scrub me, I might turn into an ice sculpture." Jiang Feng, not wanting to dwell on the heavy topic, smiled to divert Nangong Qingcheng's attention.

Nangong Qingcheng suddenly speechless, hurriedly pulled him: "You fool, can't you get out if it's cold? Refill the water and it'll be fine! Get out first, I'll refill it for you!"

"No need!"

Jiang Feng loved seeing Nangong Qingcheng worry about him, laughed: "It's really late, not necessary, if you don't want me catching a cold, get on with it; I'm not coming out until I'm comfortably scrubbed tonight!"

Seeing him acting all cheeky, Nangong Qingcheng was at a loss between laughing and crying.

This rascal has a way to adjust his mood indeed, really treating her like a bath attendant!

"Hurry up, I can't wait!"

Jiang Feng said, then turned around elegantly, comfortably leaning against the tub, exposing his muscular back to Nangong Qingcheng, closing his eyes waiting to enjoy.

Nangong Qingcheng suppressed her shyness, gently lifted her nightgown hem, knelt with her white, tender legs on the ground, then extended her slender fair hand to caress Jiang Feng's sturdy back, beginning to gently scrub him.

It had to be said, though she didn't receive special training, her skill wasn't just for show; Jiang Feng felt incredibly at ease with her touch.

"Had I known you were so good at this, I should've asked for massages long ago." Jiang Feng rarely closed his eyes contentedly.

Nangong Qingcheng, seeing Jiang Feng enjoying himself, smiled sweetly, felt joyful herself, softly saying, "Does it feel good?"

"Professional level." Jiang Feng praised.

"Hehe, as long as you're tired in the future, I'll give you a massage when they're not looking."

Nangong Qingcheng said while contentedly continuing Jiang Feng's massage, her tone bashful yet gentle...