She had fought with everything she had just to find a sliver of life beneath her opponent's strange palm technique, then fled in panic under cover of night.
But her internal injuries were simply too severe. It felt as though a boulder had crushed her heart meridian. After she spat out a mouthful of blood, she could no longer hold on, and her consciousness sank into endless darkness.
By all rights, with injuries that serious, she should have been half-crippled at best if she survived at all. When she woke, her whole body ought to have been in agony, every step a struggle.
So what was this wonderful, reborn feeling of comfort?
Gan Baobao was still somewhat dazed. Instinctively, she tried to stretch her supple body.
Only then did she sense that something was wrong.
She didn't seem to be lying on cold, hard grass...
Beneath her was a soft silk quilt, and in her nose was the clean, refreshing scent of a man.
What made her heart tremble even more was that she was nestled tightly against a firm, warm body.
It was a man's chest. Through his thin nightclothes, she could clearly feel his steady, powerful heartbeat and the distinct contours of his muscles.
One strong arm lay across her waist, holding her halfway in its embrace.
And his other hand...
Gan Baobao's body instantly stiffened.
That warm, large hand was brazenly resting on the fullness of her right breast, its fingers slightly spread, cupping the softness in its palm.
With his even breathing, the hand rose and fell gently, unconsciously, in a steady rhythm.
She... herself... was completely naked!
She could feel her smooth back pressed against his chest.
Her legs were tangled with his beneath the soft covers.
A bolt of lightning exploded in Gan Baobao's