Yang Feng wanted to reach out and pat Little Wolf on the head.
His hand stopped halfway.
Little Wolf didn't like being touched by him.
He drew his hand back and looked at the faint scar on his wrist.
Remembering how bloody it had been, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Back then, he'd tried to pat Little Wolf on the head, only to get bitten hard.
Even now, thinking about it made him break out in a cold sweat.
It had hurt so much!
He'd almost thought Little Wolf had bitten his wrist clean off.
Later, once he'd collected himself enough to check, he found that his wrist wasn't broken, but the wound had gone down to the bone. It was hardly any better than a break.
He'd carefully cradled his wrist, unable to stop his tears.
Looking at the blood all over the floor, and the blood still streaming from the wound on his wrist, he'd been terrified.
But apart from standing there in a daze, he hadn't known what to do.
He was afraid that the slightest movement would make his wrist fall off for real,
but he couldn't just leave the wound untreated, either.
Just as he was caught between a rock and a hard place, Little Wolf scoffed.
Then, to his astonishment, his wrist was healed?!
That deep wound from before... was gone?!
He didn't understand.
But he knew Little Wolf had done it.
He looked at Little Wolf in confusion and couldn't help touching the spot where the wound had been.
The smooth skin left him in a daze.
His fingers rubbed over the slightly sunken skin, and he felt no pain at all.
It all seemed too incredible to be real.
"You're my contractor."
"What's a little wound