Qinghe felt a bit uneasy now, "Well, cough, cough, it's nothing."
Weisheng Yueren spoke, but his hands never stopped moving. Once he felt the stiffness under his hands subside, he finally relaxed.
Little did he know, it was all Qinghe's doing. She circulated Spiritual Energy in her legs over and over until she began to feel them again. Her legs had been cushioned for over three hours; if they had recovered with just a few prods, that would have been the real miracle.
Qinghe suddenly blushed, her clear eyes constantly shifting, biting her lower lip, hesitating to speak.
Weisheng Yueren didn't understand why the girl who had been fine a moment ago was now suddenly looking so shy, but he found her really beautiful, gazing at her enticing appearance with a dazed expression.
If death were to come, so be it. This blockhead understood nothing. If she didn't take the initiative, when would she ever know his true feelings?
