“I don’t need your help. I’m fine.” Mu Qing hissed at Feng Xin, but his voice was comparatively weaker than usual due to the heavy injuries.

He didn’t want to admit he was in pain. He didn’t want to feel weak in front of that bastard. He didn’t want to accept he had trouble killing those ghosts. His pride wouldn’t let him.

Feng Xin’s concerned eyes roamed over his wounded body, and him constantly chirping on how did he got injured so bad made Mu Qing feel self-conscious.

“I said I’m fine,” he huffed loudly, his cheeks flush red with slight shame, and he pulled his arm away from Feng Xin’s grip. “I can handle myself!”