Su Chen shook his head. "You're ill, and seriously ill at that."
Shinobu Kocho had not believed him at first, but the moment Su Chen used Sacred Massage Hand, he fiercely targeted the pressure points on the sole of her foot.
Immediately afterward.
A heart-wrenching pain surged through Shinobu Kocho's entire body.
It felt like knives cutting, like being torn apart, like ten thousand arrows piercing her heart.
Fortunately, the pain began to fade rapidly after a brief moment.
Shinobu Kocho looked at Su Chen, still shaken.
Only now did Shinobu Kocho understand what Su Chen had meant by being ill.
Su Chen's expression suddenly turned serious. "Do you know, Shinobu? If you keep this up, your body will give out prematurely."
Shinobu Kocho fell silent.
Her eyes quickly grew calm.
The pain had left her drenched in sweat, and in just those few moments, she had soaked the clothing on the bed.
Shinobu Kocho gave a bitter smile. "Su Chen, I think I am a little ill."
Su Chen asked, "Do you regret it?"
Shinobu Kocho said, "No."
Then Shinobu Kocho looked up at Su Chen. "Now I regret it a little."
"What if it can't be treated?"
Su Chen's words plunged deep into Shinobu Kocho's heart like a blade of ice.
For a moment, Shinobu Kocho was dazed.
What if it could not be treated?
Almost instinctively, the girl glanced toward Su Chen again.
Her gaze traveled up to the young man's face, greedily trying to take in every inch of his skin.
Yes, what if she could not be cured?
Shinobu Kocho felt a little forlorn.
But she had never needed to consider such questions before.
Shinobu Kocho found the answer in her own unconscious action.
It was Su Chen.
Su Chen's arrival had added this trace