Recovery

The unknown man slowly woke up and felt a sharp pain in his head. His vision was blurry and when it slowly cleared, he saw a room decorated with blue and black silk. There were all kinds of weapons around the room, from daggers to whips, she had it all. There were also numerous torture weapons. He slowly sat up, wincing from the pain. His scars had been neatly sewn up all the blood was cleaned off of him. His clothes had also been taken off, leaving only his pants.

'Looks like that little girl had decided to save me after all,' He thought happily, a smile blooming on his handsome face.

Tang Ning had entered the room, carrying tea and snacks. As she looked up, she saw he was awake.

"Oh. You're finally up?" She said unemotionally.

"How long was I unconscious for?"

"A week."

He blanched.

"Is this a guest room?"

"No. It's mine."

"Where did you sleep?"

"On the bed."

'An entire week...' He thought, his mind dizzy again, 'I've slept with a little girl for an entire week.'

"It's not what you think, idiot. At night, I moved you off the bed and slept on it."

"Thank heavens." The young man said, sighing.

Tang Ning sat down at the table in front of her bed.

"You hungry?"

"Yeah..."

"Get off and eat."

He had got off the bed and started to eat and drink with Tang Ning.

*****

After they had finished eating, Tang Ning had given him a clean set of clothes and told him to take a bath. After he had cleaned himself, He went outside to meet Tang Ning.

"Little girl," He said, "What should I call you?"

Tang Ning stared at him coldly. Every time this man addressed her, she was called 'little girl'. This reminded her of two facts that she hated. One, that she was short now, and two, she was a girl.

However, she was surprised by one thing and didn't have a chance to ask him about it.

"How do you know that I'm a girl?" She asked. As often as she could, she had wrapped her chest with bandages and wore men's robes. How could he still tell? She had never appeared before him in women's clothes.

"My little sister had started to cross-dress four years ago, too. I could tell at first glance because I'm already used to looking at cross-dressers."

Feeling suspicious, she asked, "Has your sister's personality changed four years ago?"

"I'll tell you if you tell me your name."

"Ming Yan," She lied, "Now answer."

"Ms. Ming, yes. She had even begun to practice the Blood Arts. I don't even know who's teaching her."

Tang Ning felt excited. "Has she told you to call her by any different names?"

"Yes."

"What was the name?" She asked, excited, her eyes glistening

"Ning Man."

The name sent a rush of exhilaration through Tang Ning.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Your killer." He said, grinning madly, looking like a psychopath.

"...What..."

He laughed crazily.

"I was kidding."

"..."