As she did this, Si Mobai's throat turned dry, the desire within him intensified. "Lan'er."
"There's blood flowing out! Why didn't you say something?" Feng Tianlan glimpsed the large purplish-green bruise on his smooth, pale skin, which was slightly swollen. If not for the layers of cloth covering his body, he would have bled from the injuries she gave him.
"It is not painful." His heart only hurt for her.
Feng Tianlan looked up and glared at him with disapproval before she took out a ceramic bottle. It contained potion to aid in blood circulation. Combined with a good massage, he would then recover quickly.
She poured the potion onto her palms, bent down, and gently patted the injured area, moving ever so carefully. "It might be a little painful, please bear with me."
Si Mobai could not help but form a smile with his lips at how meticulous and gentle Feng Tianlan was being. For his entire life so far, only she would care if he was hurting.
