On a chilly night, the woman's wrist was covered in sweat.
Yet it was still ice-cold to the touch.
He glanced at the bedsheet the woman had clutched into a twisted mess, released her wrist, and reached for her pale fingers instead.
The woman clutched the bedsheet with all her might.
In her desperate struggle, she had astonishing strength.
Acting on instinct to protect herself, she resisted any outside force.
For an ordinary person, trying to pry her hand open without hurting her would have taken quite a bit of effort.
Just like when the short-haired woman had tried to hold her hand earlier, she hadn't managed to pull even a scrap of the bedsheet from the woman's grasp.
Now, seeing Xiao Xiao reach out and take the woman's fist, she couldn't help letting out a gasp.
She worried Xiao Xiao might be too rough and hurt her friend.
But the next second, her eyes widened in surprise.
Her friend's tightly clenched fist, which she herself had been unable to pry open despite using all her strength, seemed to give up resisting entirely in Xiao Xiao's grasp. He gently pried her fingers open, one by one.
The short-haired woman glanced at her friend's face.
It was already contorted with pain, so she couldn't tell whether Xiao Xiao's actions had made it worse.
In the end, she could only assume that this was the difference in strength between men and women.
Xiao Xiao turned the girl's hand, now free of the bedsheet, palm-up and placed it on the bed.
He clasped her hand in his.
With a thought, the spiritual energy within him flowed through their joined palms and into the woman's body.
What he needed to do was simple.
All he had to do was guide his spiritual