The bamboo slippers were tied securely, but Feng Lihan's gaze never left Lin Yue's injured foot.
"This needs medicine," he said.
Before Lin Yue could respond, Feng Lihan lifted him again, holding him firmly against his chest. This time, Lin Yue didn't protest. He instinctively leaned closer, fingers curling into the fur at Feng Lihan's shoulder.
They didn't go far.
At the edge of the clan, a faint warm light flickered inside a smaller cave, its entrance marked with dried herbs and animal bones.
A fox beastman sat inside.
He had long silver-orange hair, narrow eyes that curved naturally into a smile, and a fluffy tail swaying lazily behind him. His scent was sharp and herbal.
"Well, well," the fox said lightly when he saw them. "Feng Lihan? Bringing someone injured at night… that's rare."
Feng Lihan lowered Lin Yue onto a flat stone. "Treat him."
The fox's eyes shifted to Lin Yue, immediately sharpening with interest. "Oh? A rabbit?"
Lin Yue stiffened. he saw fox tail , it so fluppy i want to touch....
Fox said you can call me seven i am not good at treating but i usually treat
you are so cute fox said and he look Feng Lihan's aura pressed down slightly—silent, dangerous.
The fox chuckled. "Relax, relax. I'm a healer, not a fool."
He knelt, gently lifting Lin Yue's foot. His touch was light, professional.
"The skin's torn, but it's not deep," the fox said. "You walked too much without protection."
He crushed a dark green leaf between his fingers, releasing a cooling scent, then mixed it with a thick paste from a small stone bowl.
"This will sting," he warned.
Lin Yue nodded nervously.
The moment the medicine touched his wound, he gasped softly, body tensing.
Immediately, a warm hand settled on his knee.
"Hold on," Feng Lihan said quietly.
His thumb pressed there, steady and grounding.
Lin Yue focused on that warmth instead of the pain. Slowly, his breathing evened out.
The fox glanced up, eyes flicking between them, amusement flashing briefly.
"…Interesting," he murmured.
After wrapping the foot with clean leaves and soft fibers, the fox leaned back. "He'll be fine. No walking barefoot. Change the medicine tomorrow."
Feng Lihan nodded. "I'll handle it."
As they left, the fox's voice followed them. "Take good care of him, Feng Lihan. Fragile things break easily.
Feng Lihan didn't respond.
—
Back in the cave, Feng Lihan set Lin Yue down gently.
"You should rest."
Lin Yue hesitated, then spoke softly. "Thank you… for everything."
Feng Lihan paused.
He reached out and adjusted the leaf bandage one last time, careful, almost reverent.
"You don't thank someone you depend on," he said. "You just stay alive."
Lin Yue looked up at him, heart strangely tight.
For a moment, neither moved.
The fire crackled softly.
Feng Lihan finally turned away, sitting near the cave entrance, clearly standing guard.
Lin Yue lay down, clutching the bamboo slippers to his chest, the faint herbal scent still lingering.
In this dangerous world,
pain was real, survival was cruel—
but tonight,
he wasn't alone.
And Feng Lihan, listening to Lin Yue's slow, steady breathing behind him.
i want to touch him, care him i want him myself.....