After setting Wu Feng down,
Ning Tian hurriedly asked with concern, "Feng! Are you all right?"
Wu Feng shook her head, then suddenly let out a startled cry.
Her foot was actually in Tian Chen's hand.
"Mm! Your foot's hurt!" Tian Chen removed Wu Feng's sock and gently brushed his fingertips over the wound on her ankle. The gravel had scraped her skin raw, leaving beads of blood seeping out.
The next moment, he pricked his finger, smeared his blood-which contained gold of life-over the wound, and gently pressed it.
Mm, Wu Feng's little foot felt warm in his hand, soft and smooth to the touch. It was pleasantly plump when he squeezed it, too. It felt fantastic.
Too bad they aren't stockings...
Tian Chen inwardly lamented.
"Mmph!" Wu Feng covered her mouth. It wasn't that she wanted to cry out; Tian Chen's massage simply felt too good, as though every movement landed perfectly on one of her pressure points.
The blood containing gold of life felt warm as well, instantly banishing all the stinging pain. Only a tingling itch remained, spreading from her ankle through every limb and bone.
Wu Feng's injuries were fairly severe. Most had come from her fall: large patches of scraped skin and a minor fracture.
For an ordinary person, injuries like these would have been extremely serious.
For a Soul Master, however, they weren't much of a problem.
"All done!"
The gold of life worked wonderfully. By now, Wu Feng's injuries had mostly healed!
"So soon?" Wu Feng was still lost in that earlier sensation. When she realized what she'd said, her cheeks instantly flushed. Why did that make it sound as though she wanted him to continue?
Tian Chen stood and looked at the blushing Wu Feng. Her clothes had been damaged during