In their spiritual tribe, although they did not establish contacts with outsiders, they were very particular about certain things.
As an unmarried girl, her body absolutely could not be seen by other men.
Deep down, she was still very traditional, believing that only her husband should see her body.
Feng Tianyou saw that her lips had almost no color, and he was afraid that if the wound was not treated, she wouldn't make it back to the spiritual tribe.
If something happened to her, how could he explain it to the elder lady? How could he explain it to Ningyan?
"Shuang'er, be obedient, the wound must be treated, you've lost a lot of blood. If it continues, you could die."
Lin Zishuang still shook her head, "I can't, Feng Tianyou, I don't want to take off my clothes."
Feng Tianyou watched her lower her head shyly and took a deep breath, "It's just the two of us here, and after all, I am your cousin. The wound on your back must be treated, I won't look where I shouldn't."
