Chapter 10: Of Course He’s a Good Person

[Special Medicine: Heals internal and external injuries; the lighter the injury, the faster the recovery. First-time use multiplies effect by 10.]

Wang Yan’s fingers swiped lightly on the hidden virtual interface only he could see, finally resting on this option.

1000 emotion points… not a small sum, but with the first-use tenfold effect, the cost-performance ratio was absurdly high.

Honestly, after having “fleeced” Pei Zhanxi for so long, seeing her silly little expressions stirred a tiny bit of guilt in his heart.

Ah, well—consider it a little compensation for this unlucky girl.

He didn’t hesitate any longer, focused his mind, and confirmed the purchase.

After all, it never hurts to build some goodwill.

Almost immediately, a half-palm-sized, milky-white ointment appeared in his outstretched palm as if by magic, releasing a subtle herbal fragrance that was calming and refreshing.

“Ah!” Pei Zhanxi, carrying a tray nearby, almost dropped it in surprise.

Her eyes widened, rubbing them in disbelief.

“Ma… magic? You can do this?” she stammered, staring at Wang Yan and the mysterious ointment in his hand. “You… you can?”

A sly smile tugged at Wang Yan’s lips. Like a magician, his long, fair fingers flipped and grasped the ointment, making it vanish instantly—though in reality, he stored it in his system-provided storage space, accessible only to him.

Pei Zhanxi’s mouth formed a perfect “O” as her eyes darted between Wang Yan’s empty palm and his calm face.

Wang Yan extended his right hand elegantly, fingers dancing through the air.

The ointment seemed alive, flashing gently with a warm glow and subtle fragrance, then disappearing again, leaving only air.

“Wanna… see it?” Wang Yan coaxed, slowing his finger movements, stopping not far from her eyes. “Look… at my hand.”

Pei Zhanxi was frozen, her gaze glued to his unnaturally pale hand, her heartbeat inexplicably quickening.

She swallowed nervously.

“Do… you want to touch it?” Wang Yan pressed on, tracing circles in the air, as if the invisible magic pulled her gaze along.

“Yes!” Pei Zhanxi finally blurted out, startled herself.

She hurriedly set down the tray, rummaged through her worn coat pocket, and pulled out a small stack of uneven bills. Counting them with reluctance, she hesitated, then carefully extracted a single note, clutching it tightly.

“This… this is all my money,” she said, pushing the rest toward Wang Yan. “For food… keep one.”

Her eyes implored him as she glanced at his magical hand.

Wang Yan, amused by her shy, money-conscious, yet eager demeanor, reached out and smoothly lifted all the bills, including the one she had clutched. About 500 in total.

“Food money, mine,” she instinctively tried to reclaim it, but halfway through her reach, she hesitated, shrinking back like a frightened rabbit.

Wang Yan tossed the small stack onto the pillow beside him. Pei Zhanxi’s gaze immediately snapped to it, then quickly returned, guilty.

“Alright,” Wang Yan said lazily, “take your time exploring.”

He held out his right hand, no longer hiding it.

Pei Zhanxi held her breath, carefully extending her hand.

Wang Yan’s hand was even more beautiful than she imagined: delicate, almost poreless skin, long, proportionate fingers, round, clean nails with a healthy pink glow.

She tentatively touched it with her fingertip—soft, cool, and comforting.

Encouraged, she traced his hand more boldly, letting her slightly calloused fingers explore his smooth palm.

Wang Yan’s hand naturally rotated, palm upward, allowing her full exploration.

Her fingers glided over the palm lines, feeling textures so different from her own rough hands.

Watching Pei Zhanxi’s careful, hesitant touch, Wang Yan thought to himself: this female-dominated world isn’t so bad, especially with such a playful little cook.

His palm slowly rose, reaching her cheek.

His thumb rested gently where her nose met her eye corner.

Pei Zhanxi shivered, a tiny electric shock running through her, freezing her in place, helplessly sitting as this miraculous hand “worked” on her face.

She steadied herself, deciding to focus on studying.

Like a little cat, she pressed her cheek against his palm, determined to take full advantage of this rare “research opportunity,” especially since it had cost all her living money.

She had to be thorough… very thorough…

Just as she became fully absorbed, Wang Yan’s voice cut through:

“Touching the hand… it’s free.”

Pei Zhanxi: “…?”

She looked up sharply.

Free? Could it be… this man had a change of heart?

He… was actually a good person?