Leonard Li's Strange Behavior

Li Yanhao immediately felt terrible all over!

He hurriedly tried to cover his chest, but was blocked by Lingdang.

Lingdang leaned closer, frowning as she stared at the skin on Li Yanhao's chest, murmuring to herself, "Oh dear, it really is broken skin. Tsk tsk, such delicate and tender skin. Are all you 'broken sleeves' this fair and tender?"

Li Yanhao looked at Lingdang, who was standing very close to him, his breathing suddenly becoming erratic, completely missing what Lingdang was saying.

Lingdang skillfully poured the powder from the medicine bottle onto Li Yanhao's wounded skin, gently pressing it with her finger as she said, "It's just a small wound, nothing serious. My healing medicine is effective, but don't let the wound get wet these days."

Lingdang applied the medicine very professionally. She bent down, half-squatting in front of Li Yanhao, fully focused on treating him.

Li Yanhao stared dumbfounded at the young girl before him—her big eyes, long eyelashes, and the faint dimples on her cheeks—suddenly feeling a buzzing in his head as if something had exploded inside.

"All done!" Lingdang, completely unaware of Li Yanhao's strange reaction, straightened his collar and said, "Young Master, I'm truly sorry for injuring you."

Li Yanhao grabbed his collar with both hands, blushing like a girl who had just been embarrassed, and said, "It's, it's nothing. You didn't do it on purpose. It's just that my skin is too tender..."

Lingdang nodded and put the medicine bottle into her bosom. Li Yanhao, sharp-eyed, noticed several similar porcelain bottles on her and asked, "Lingdang, are those all healing medicines?"

Lingdang said, "Some are healing medicines. In our shadow guard line of work, we live with our heads held high; injuries are common, so we naturally carry healing medicines."

As Lingdang spoke, she took out a few bottles and toyed with them in her hands, saying, "This is a powder to stop bleeding, this one treats internal injuries, and if seriously wounded, taking one pill can temporarily save your life..."

Lingdang introduced the bottles she carried to Li Yanhao. He listened seriously, but the sparkle in his eyes gradually dimmed.

He hadn't expected that Lingdang, who usually joked and laughed with him, actually lived such a dangerous life. What she carried wasn't makeup but various life-saving medicines.

Was she often injured before? Was she frequently in danger?

Li Yanhao's mind wandered with wild thoughts. Seeing Lingdang take out the last bottle, he sighed and said, "This bottle isn't medicine; it's poison."

"Poison?" Li Yanhao was stunned for a moment.

Lingdang nodded, touching the bottle, and said, "If a mission fails and there's no other choice, as a shadow guard, one must take poison to commit suicide, to avoid capture by the enemy, torture, and suffering before death."

Li Yanhao's pupils suddenly contracted tightly as he looked up at Lingdang, as if seeing her for the first time.

Lingdang touched her cheek and smiled at Li Yanhao, saying, "Actually, I have a poison pouch hidden in my last tooth. Even without this poison, I can die quickly. Young Master, your family also keeps shadow guards and death warriors, you know this, right?"

Li Yanhao nodded blankly. What Lingdang said was no secret to those who kept shadow guards.

But when Li Yanhao placed these cruel and bloody facts on Lingdang, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, as if something was blocking his heart, making him unable to lift or let go of the feeling, leaving him extremely uneasy.

Lingdang lowered her head to put away the bottles. Suddenly, Li Yanhao reached out and grabbed her wrist: "Lingdang, can you stop being a shadow guard?"

Lingdang was stunned for a moment: "Not be a shadow guard? Then what else would I be?"