After merely helping Bai Suxian apply the ointment, Bai Suxian went completely limp on the bed, panting delicately all over. Zhang Tie was drenched in sweat too, even more exhausted than when he had taken down that Devil Race knight.
Big Sister Bai seemed to want something to happen, yet Zhang Tie remained as immovable as a mountain.
After applying the ointment, Zhang Tie helped Bai Suxian pull up her clothes, covering her back and the vaguely visible sides of those full, snowy-white breasts seen from behind. He himself took two steps back and said in a somewhat smoking, hoarse voice, "Big Sister, it's done..."
Bai Suxian got up and straightened her clothes. Her face was flushed crimson, her hair disheveled. She glanced at Zhang Tie, the resentment in her eyes seeming to plead and weep, making even Zhang Tie's bones go weak.
This vixen. Zhang Tie cursed inwardly again, then took a waterskin from his portable spatial equipment and gulped down several mouthfuls of clear, sweet mountain spring water.
"Big Sister, your external injuries are no longer a concern. You still have some internal injuries, but resting here for two days will be enough. This place is quiet and secluded, and no one should come disturb you. Old Cui, I..." Zhang Tie already wanted to retreat. The longer he stayed here, the greater he felt the chances of sparks flying would become. A lone man and a lone woman, dry tinder and raging fire—this was exactly that sort of situation.
"If Brother wishes to leave, then leave. This servant girl has only the grace of a willow, after all, and truly cannot catch Brother's eye!" Bai Suxian suddenly turned aggrieved. Sitting on the bed, she gave a soft sigh. "I've heard that the Devil Race has countless methods, including