Feng Yun lowered her gaze to the wound on Wen Xingsu's body, took out a piece of dried meat from a small bag, and stuffed it into his mouth, "If it hurts, bite this."
Then she calmed her heart and slowly began to peel the clothes that had stuck to the wound.
This process was extraordinarily long, and her movements were gentle, but the gentler she was, the more torturous it felt to Wen Xingsu.
More than the pain, he found it harder to bear Feng Yun's meticulous and gentle motions between his legs. That subconscious reaction, embarrassingly unavoidable, surged within him, carrying a shameful pleasure...
"Big brother, just hold on a little longer, it will be over soon, very soon," Feng Yun said when she saw him frowning and shutting his eyes tightly, as if enduring immense pain, making her hands tremble uncontrollably.
The more she wanted to hurry and tear it off, the more hesitant she became.
