He extended his hand toward the wound, his spiritual power gathering.
At the very beginning, Su Nanzhi suddenly retreated, shrinking into the couch.
Jiang Beiyu instinctively stretched out his other hand to press near her knees, "Don't move."
Maybe it was the sudden movement.
By the time he truly realized it, he noticed that the touch on his hand was somewhat slippery.
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
Su Nanzhi: "..."
The former belatedly withdrew his hand and coughed twice towards Su Nanzhi, "What's wrong? Does it hurt a lot?"
Su Nanzhi's voice was very soft, "A little."
Jiang Beiyu instinctively replied, "Then I'll be gentler."
After responding, he realized how off that statement sounded.
"..."
The two fell silent again.
This silence was as if dead.
The wound on Su Nanzhi's leg had finally healed, but the stark whiteness was still dazzling.
Her legs were indeed beautiful.
