At this moment, Nangong Xu was truly under a lot of pressure.
Why was Mr. Xiaojiu fixating on his hand all the time?
This gaze put heavy pressure on him from head to toe.
Mu Xiaojiu remained silent, with only flickers of understanding flashing in his eyes.
Nangong Xu's large hand continued to rest on the little creature's shoulder, making a close contact with her skin.
To tell the truth, he had long wanted to take a knife and chop it off.
Only before he could express his resentment, Nangong Xu had already voluntarily spoken.
"Although her shoulder bone isn't severely injured, it still sustained damage. If we want her to recover quickly, it's best to massage her for the entire night."
A chuckling sound abruptly rang out, and Nangong Xu let out a soft sigh, turning his head to look at Mu Xiaojiu's clenched fist.
Helplessly, he said, "I don't want to massage for an entire night either, it's exhausting, you know?"
