However, there was a deep and long gash on his back, and his clothes had been ripped open by the sharp edges of a rock.
He had lost a lot of blood.
But this man's expression remained unchanged, still wearing an air of indifference, as though the injured party wasn't himself.
Didn't he feel any pain?
"Wait!" Dong Huiying quickly pressed an acupuncture point on his back, then rose to her feet.
She caught sight of some herbs nearby that could be used to stop bleeding and immediately gathered them.
Haoming blinked gently.
The moment she touched him, the pain in his back disappeared.
He kept his face cold, looking like a man with facial paralysis, but his heart was filled with confusion. It seemed he couldn't understand why the pain had vanished.
What had she done to him?
So strange.
Just then, Haoming suddenly startled and hurriedly reached into his pocket, pulling out a sopping wet, snow-white ball of fluff.
