Feng Liyan's face was a bit flushed.
Just like he said himself, he's lived for over a thousand years and hasn't even held a girl's hand yet.
Although he's just a cat now, and Baiyi is also male, having someone else help him bathe is still embarrassing and uncomfortable for him.
But it's even more uncomfortable not to bathe.
"How does it feel, comfortable?"
"Not mad at me anymore, right? You ignored me all afternoon."
Feng Liyan glanced at him but did not respond.
Baiyi chuckled, unconcerned.
"Your wounds are healing really fast. Once you're better, you should properly thank the drunkard."
Speaking of the drunkard, Feng Liyan had a pretty clear impression of him.
His medical skills were really good; if it weren't for identity issues, with his talent, he would be willing to break the rule and accept him as a disciple.
