A smile played at the corners of Mu Fanxuan's eyes; she knew that the stubborn old man was concerned about his image.
Humph, just keep pretending, I don't really care. As long as you're nice to me, that's all that matters.
Mu Fanxuan wanted to extract herself from Mo Huasong's warm embrace, but her legs gave out, and she collapsed back into his arms.
"What's wrong with you?" Concern flooded Mo Huasong's face.
"I don't know why, but my hands and feet feel weak, I can't even stand." Mu Fanxuan's complexion was pale, she appeared to be quite shaken.
Mo Huasong felt Mu Fanxuan's pulse, then reassured her, "You're fine. It's possible that you were just terrified, it being the first time you killed someone."
With that, Mo Huasong took an elixir from his pocket and put it into Mu Fanxuan's mouth, then held her icy-cold little hand.
An infusion of True Qi surged into Mu Fanxuan's body, and she began to feel much better.
