After repeated persuasions were ineffective, Ning Fan no longer refused.
Two jade hands slowly climbed up his back, watching the scars on Ning Fan's back, Xu Rongfei felt somewhat distressed.
She slowly brought her mouth to the wounds, her delicate red lips releasing a vivid tongue tip that gently licked the area around.
"Does it hurt?" Xu Rongfei asked softly, her maternal radiance fully blossoming at that moment.
Ning Fan sat stiffly upright, his body a bit rigid, and turned his head to smile awkwardly, "It's nothing serious, I could have done it myself..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Rongfei gave him a reproachful look.
At this point, Ning Fan had nothing more to say, so he could only face forward, trying not to think too much.
Xu Rongfei saw Ning Fan looking deflated and turned her head back, but she couldn't help giggling. However, she still remembered that Ning Fan had injuries and that he was waiting for her to suck out the poison.
