After spending time with the widowed lady, Wang Feng's back looked like he had been wrestling with a tiger. Two sets of nail marks started near his spine and ended near his sides.
Wang Feng's agitation and stress, which had been building up, had subsided a bit with the recent turn of events.
"Man, I didn't realize how much I've been craving the human touch."
He lightly caressed her cheeks with the back of his rough, callous fingers. Because of the war, before he realized it, his hand had become a warrior's hand.
"I'm leaving, Chao. Is there anything you want to say?"
She got up and dressed herself. "Just one thing. What the hell was that?" Wang Feng coyly asked back, "What are you referring to?"
Shen Chao playfully slapped Wang Feng's shoulder. "Don't mess with me! You know what I'm talking about."
Wang Feng smiled. "That was a mix of contortionist fighting arts and kama sutra."
