Lord Bayar had always been cold and unfeeling, and disliked contact with outsiders.
Si Bai must have suffered a lot of grievances there.
Wuwuwu, when he got back, he must properly nourish Si Bai!
At this moment, Si Bai, who Tiye had been thinking about day and night, was busy eating meat and drinking medicine in large mouthfuls.
Drink medicine, eat meat.
Endless feeding, without pause.
After finishing one round of feeding, Bayar would always prepare the next at an astonishing speed.
One round after another, never stopping, never feeling impatient.
“I am already full!”
Si Bai stated this seriously for the seventh time.
What he received in return was only Lord Bayar’s emotionless reply.
“You have eaten too little.
This is not enough.”
“…??”
He had already eaten three big bowls, alright.
Si Bai stared at him in shock for a long time.
From Lord Bayar’s handsome and cold purple eyes, to his long curled eyelashes, to his perfect and refined nose and lips, he tried his best to observe every detail of him, as if trying to find the standard by which he measured feeding.
But no matter how hard he looked, he still could not understand what exactly his feeding criteria were.
Anyway, he was already full.
If he ate any more, his stomach was going to burst.
Especially this thick, dark, sticky, and pungent medicinal soup, Si Bai truly did not want to drink even a single more mouthful.
Under Lord Bayar’s relentless urging, Si Bai simply lifted the blanket again and burrowed into it, leaving only a pair of large, clear eyes exposed, looking at him pitifully as if begging for mercy.
Their gazes met.
Lord Bayar frowned slightly.
It seemed he did not understand the urgency in Si Bai’s silent plea.
The deep purple in his lowered eyes darkened a little, carrying a trace of displeasure.
“I do not like people who waste medicinal ingredients.”
“Can we wait a little before drinking this?” Si Bai asked, forcing himself to change the topic.
At least give him some time to digest it.
“By the way, Lord Bayar, where is the beast skin clothing I was wearing before?”
Since he woke up, he had not seen it again.
Since it was Bayar who changed his clothes, the old beast skin clothes should have been handled by him.
“I threw it away.”
“What?
You threw it away?” Si Bai’s eyes widened in shock.
“It was not clean, and it was not comfortable to wear.” Bayar did not seem to understand Si Bai’s sudden despair.
That low quality beast skin, why keep it at all?
What he had given Si Bai afterward was sea silk supplied exclusively by the merfolk in the southern sea.
They are extremely precious, soft, and comfortable.
Even the final garment had been personally tailored by him.
He was from the serpent race.
Making clothing was a special skill awakened after adulthood through inherited reproductive memory.
The clothes he made were extremely refined and beautiful.
The clothing that was made by serpent beastmen was highly favored by the sub-beastman.
There was no reason Si Bai should prefer ordinary beast skin.
Si Bai sighed and rested his chin in his hand, looking dejected as he sank into melancholy.
“But I had my night skin in that clothing…”
“And it was also the first outfit I have received from Tiye, a native of this world.
It had great collectible value.”
“Hmm?” Bayar lifted his eyes slightly.
Sensing Si Bai’s low mood, he unconsciously focused his attention.
“It was a small bottle.
A small bottle containing something very important to me…”
Very important?
He lost it?
Lord Bayar fell silent for a moment.
Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he turned around and walked out.
Very decisively, as if he was going to find something.
Si Bai could not help but raise his gaze, watching the figure gradually disappear into the distance.
His eyes carried a faint hope as he stared for a long while, until Lord Bayar finally “slipped” back in from outside the door.
The moment the figure appeared, Si Bai was stunned.
As for why the word “slipped” came to mind at that instant?
Because when Lord Bayar returned, he was no longer in his fully human form as before.
His clothing had been removed, and his upper body was completely bare as he shifted into a half-human, half-serpent form.
He seemed to have just come out of water.
Tiny, crystalline droplets slid down from his slightly damp, long eyelashes, drop by drop.
His skin looked even smoother and more translucent than that of ordinary beastmen, with barely any visible texture, no fine body hair, and an unusually soft, almost delicate surface.
The falling water droplets met no resistance as they traced down his straight nose, his soft yet well-shaped lips, and his exquisitely pale collarbones, before continuing downward.
At the center of his vision, he looked directly at Si Bai.
His long narrow purple eyes were slightly narrowed as if tinged with moisture, shimmering faintly with a clear and bewitching light.
“Is this what you were looking for?”
In his hand was a small bottle.
He dragged his long serpent tail as he approaching him, while holding the bottle out toward Si Bai.
Si Bai blinked his eyes.
He could vaguely see the tiny droplets of water sliding down along the beautiful and enticing lines of Bayar’s muscles, falling lower and lower until they finally dropped with soft splashing sounds.
His satin like black hair hung straight down to his lean waist, covering large areas of his pale skin.
The dark ends of his hair curled slightly, carrying a misty dampness as a cool, refreshing fragrance drifted through the air.
He looked at him, the corners of his lips lifting slightly into a faint smile.
His voice was cool and intoxicating.
“Is this what you were looking for?”
Bayar slowly glided closer toward him and placed the small bottle into Si Bai’s hand.