The White Moonlight Disdained by the Male Protagonist of Redemption - Chapter 5

Fixing the dragon scales was not difficult, but since Feng Jingzhuo had lost half of his scales, there were too many to repair. It would take some effort.

His tail was also very long, so Ning Yao planned to hold it up to make things easier for herself.

But as soon as she touched it, he moved away again.

Ning Yao spoke gently to calm him down. “To fix your scales, you need to trust me. You can’t always avoid my touch.”

After thinking for a moment, she added, “Don’t worry. I have steady hands. I won’t hurt you.”

Feng Jingzhuo shook his head. “That’s not it.”

How could he explain? He was not afraid of the pain. It was just that when she touched him so gently, it tickled him.

A dragon’s tail was extremely sensitive. It could endure cruel torture, but soft touches were truly unbearable.

He did not want to keep moving, fearing it would annoy her. But he could not help himself. “Master Ning, just tell me what you need me to do.”

She seemed to want to move his tail aside to make more space. Feng Jingzhuo decided to do it himself, but just as he moved, Ning Yao wrapped her arms around it and held it up.

“I’ll help you! I’ll help you! Oh my… your tail is really very heavy.”

She hugged it and tried to move it aside.

Feng Jingzhuo let out a quiet groan.

His reaction made Ning Yao hesitate. “Did I hurt you?” That couldn’t be right… She had avoided his injuries, and her touch was as gentle as holding a piece of soft tofu.

Feng Jingzhuo moved his lips slightly; his breathing was uneven. He turned his face away and said nothing.

He was acting strange. Ning Yao looked at him curiously, then lowered her head to compare the dragon scales. Each missing scale had been forcefully pulled out, leaving behind empty and bloody holes. Dragon scales were closely connected to the heart’s energy, so repairing them required great care.

After studying them for a while, she had a plan. Ning Yao held Feng Jingzhuo’s tail with one hand and began to fix his dragon scales.

When she actually started, Feng Jingzhuo could hardly believe it. “Mountain Master Ning, are you really going to fix these scales yourself?”

She had said, “I will help you repair them,” and she had indeed stayed by his side. But until the last moment, he still could not believe it. With her noble status, did she not leave such a dirty job to servants?

Ning Yao didn’t even look up. “Yes.”

He whispered, “But… how can I deserve this?”

His dragon tail twitched as if it wanted to escape, but he held still, not daring to move.

Ning Yao said, “You are injured. You are a patient. Why should a patient worry about such things? You are too anxious. This won’t work. How about you close your eyes and take a nap? Don’t talk anymore.”

Feng Jingzhuo closed his mouth.

But he did not sleep. He silently watched Ning Yao.

She looked serious and focused, completely undistracted by the outside world. She was entirely absorbed in her task. So, he gradually became bolder and secretly watched her.

Her hands were so gentle that he felt no pain at all.

There were very few rumors about her.

When the former master of Luo Xiang Mountain, Ning Ranqing, passed away, Ning Yao had not yet come of age. But her spiritual power had already surpassed her clansmen, even overshadowing her older sister. She inherited the position of mountain master from her father. There were rumors about a rivalry between the sisters, but Luo Xiang Mountain has never clarified anything.

So, people believed that Ning Yao, despite her young age, must be extremely shrewd and ruthless. They thought she was someone not to be offended.

But at this moment, the girl in front of him looked pure and sacred, like snow and ice. The red mark between her brows made her seem untouchable.

If it weren’t for the fact that she held dragon scales in one hand, tweezers in the other, and a pair of scissors in her mouth while looking deeply troubled, she would look even more divine than the goddesses of the Jade Pool.

Even goddesses might not be as extraordinary as she was.

He had heard countless grand words, but he had never seen someone like her—someone who truly treated all beings as equals.

While lost in thought, Feng Jingzhuo suddenly felt his clothing being lifted slightly.

He snapped back to reality, forgetting the usual distance between men and women. He grabbed Ning Yao’s wrist. “What are you doing—”

With the scissors still in her mouth, her words were inaudible. “Fixing the scales.”

She had already repaired the lower part, so now she had to fix the upper part.

Realizing that his reaction was too extreme, Feng Jingzhuo quickly let go. “But… but…”

Ning Yao removed the scissors. “But what?”

Feng Jingzhuo felt ashamed under her clear and bright gaze.

To her, he was merely Murong Lianzhen’s kept man. He had already been humiliated countless times. Now, his reaction must seem fake and unnecessary.

He gripped the edge of his robe tightly.

Even so, he could not bring himself to act like those courtesans in the manor—carefree and shamelessly lifting their robes for a woman to see.

Ning Yao studied him for a while, then patted his hand. “Feng Jingzhuo, relax a little. Here, hold this.”

She handed him the tweezers and placed a dragon scale in his palm. She guided him patiently. “Fixing dragon scales is not difficult. If you feel uncomfortable, I can teach you, and you can do it yourself. Look… like this. You must check if it connects properly to the heart’s energy…”

Feng Jingzhuo held his breath and obediently followed her instructions.

She held his tail with one hand and his wrist with the other, adjusting his movements. If he applied too much pressure, she gently lifted his hand to make him use less force.

She smelled sweet. It was different from Murong Lianzhen’s scent and unlike any woman from the dark sect.

This fragrance did not make him feel sick. It made his body feel warm.

Feng Jingzhuo looked down.

She was touching his tail and his hand, yet he did not hate it. It did not make him uncomfortable.

Once he had learned the process, Ning Yao turned her back to him. She did not look at him, only handing him the scales one by one.

The scales that had been forcefully torn from him were now being returned, piece by piece, through her hands.

His broken body was made whole again.

Feng Jingzhuo paused and looked at Ning Yao’s back.

A strand of her long hair had fallen onto the tip of his dragon tail.

He reached out to touch it but stopped halfway.

Then, he switched to the tweezers and used the dull end to lift her hair gently and taking it away from his body.

Ning Yao had been holding up a dragon scale for a while. When he did not take it, she asked, “What’s wrong? Is something difficult? Do you need me to look?”

“No need.” Feng Jingzhuo spoke softly and took the scale.

She handed him another.

He took it again.

The afternoon sunlight streamed in, shining on her outstretched fingers.

On her fingertips, his dragon scale gleamed like gold.

Feng Jingzhuo quietly accepted this piece of light.

At this moment, life felt too beautiful.

So beautiful that he even thought—if he could die now, it would be a good ending.

***

Ning Yao gave up her own room for Feng Jingzhuo and moved into her older sister’s chamber.

After returning, she felt like she had forgotten something. She tried to recall if she had missed a step in his treatment. Then, suddenly, she realized—

Oh no! She forgot the plan!

Her older sister had taught her that when dealing with men, she had to use little tricks to make them feel pity for her. She should not just say whatever came to her mind.

Back then, when her sister first met her brother-in-law, he had also been injured. She had treated his wounds with soft words and teary eyes. She even blew gently on his wounds, saying that it would help with the pain. Her sister said that men could not resist this.

Although Ning Yao felt that blowing air on wounds was useless and that pain relief was better achieved with herbs, she still wanted to follow her sister’s advice.

But she had completely forgotten!

No teary eyes, no soft whispers—she had wasted a perfect opportunity!

Ning Yao was annoyed with herself. She always got too focused when doing things and completely forgetting everything else.

After sulking for a while, she leaned back in her chair. But soon, she cheered up.

It’s okay! She didn’t need to rush.

She was saving Feng Jingzhuo’s life. Even if he did not develop feelings for her, he should at least not dislike her.

Besides, he was still very weak.

For now, his health was the priority. She could plan again after he recovered.