Master Wang prepared to regulate her Qi.
Lingtong became alert, suddenly opened her eyes, and her dark pupils shifted towards Wang Jixuan. Then, as though remembering something, she quickly closed her eyes again and began to feign sleep.
Wang Jixuan: ...
Since it is so.
Master Wang suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, placed his right hand on Lingtong's nape, injecting Qi to regulate it while gently massaging her, his thumb tenderly scraping across her skin as smooth as a boiled egg.
Women truly are miraculous creatures.
Her cheeks were clearly reddening.
"What are you doing," Lingtong asked softly.
"Helping you recuperate," Master Wang replied, his thumb now pressing honestly, his voice hoarse, "I am a great hero, after all. Be nice to a hero."
"Oh."
Lingtong turned her head slightly, her ponytail facing Wang Jixuan, her cheek resting against his chest through a layer of clothing, and she muttered indistinctly:
"I'll rest for a while, sleepy."
