"I can't do that now!" Zhang Yang said with a wicked grin.
"Why not?" Xia Xue looked at Zhang Yang with a plaintive expression.
It was strange indeed. Zhang Yang's hot hands were massaging her lower abdomen, as if a special stream of warmth penetrated inside, constantly roaming about.
It felt warm, and there was also a tingling sensation.
As if it were directly stimulating all the sensitive points inside her abdomen.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have felt the impulse so suddenly. The sensation was truly marvelous, indescribably comfortable and shivering.
Naturally, Zhang Yang couldn't provide Xia Xue with a clear explanation. He simply said, "Hold on a bit longer. Once the energy is released, the healing power will also dissipate, and the therapeutic effect won't be as good."
Although Xia Xue had never heard of such a miraculous treatment method, she still chose to believe Zhang Yang.
