The Demon Lord Arao lowered her head somewhat sadly: "I'm just worried about your health."
Baili An laughed in exasperation, losing his usual self-restraint: "Do you not know whether I'm well or not?"
He meant that the injuries on his body were all thanks to her, and asking such questions was somewhat unnecessary.
Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord, who had been secretly looking down at his feet, quickly misunderstood these words. The tips of her ears suddenly began to burn, and she rubbed her slender, straight legs without any semblance of a lord's demeanor, looking more like a bullied little wife as she muttered: "Thinking about it, your body must be excellent, otherwise, one wouldn't feel pain even now."
Baili An's mouth twitched, seemingly recalling some absurd past events, his eyes widened slightly: "You're fooling me. It's been more than ten days, all the wounds have healed, there's no feeling of pain anymore."
