After finishing what he had said, Wang Hao steeled his heart and sent a surge of energy fiercely crashing into the blockage in Wen Xiaowei's meridians, and indeed, it was a success in one fell swoop.
"Ah——"
That last move truly tested Wen Xiaowei's endurance.
Throughout the process, Wen Xiaowei had borne the pain without making a sound, but that last strike was so painful that she couldn't help but cry out in agony.
After it was done, Wang Hao opened his eyes and saw that Wen Xiaowei's entire body was soaked, her forehead dripping with sweat.
Because Wen Xiaowei was wearing a white body-shaping T-shirt, it had become semi-transparent from being soaked, outlining her figure's curves perfectly and leaving nothing hidden from Wang Hao's view.
At that moment, Wen Xiaowei was simply too exhausted, her consciousness somewhat blurry, her gaze hollow, looking very uncomfortable, and she collapsed into Wang Hao's arms.
