Chapter 472 - His Heart Only Hurt for Her (1/2)

As she did this, Si Mobai’s throat turned dry, the desire within him intensified. “Lan’er.”

“There’s blood flowing out! Why didn’t you say something?” Feng Tianlan glimpsed the large purplish-green bruise on his smooth, pale skin, which was slightly swollen. If not for the layers of cloth covering his body, he would have bled from the injuries she gave him.

“It is not painful.” His heart only hurt for her.

Feng Tianlan looked up and glared at him with disapproval before she took out a ceramic bottle. It contained potion to aid in blood circulation. Combined with a good massage, he would then recover quickly.

She poured the potion onto her palms, bent down, and gently patted the injured area, moving ever so carefully. “It might be a little painful, please bear with me.”

Si Mobai could not help but form a smile with his lips at how meticulous and gentle Feng Tianlan was being. For his entire life so far, only she would care if he was hurting.

However, this was not the painful part…

The slightly cold potion and her warm, soft palm made his skin tingle as she lightly massaged him. As the strength of her massage increased, his skin became sensitive even to the air that she breathed out. All of these only made his heart flutter some more.

Furthermore, her tender, soft hand spread a stream of warmth which flowed in devious flames burning along in his body, making him feel strangely comfortable. However, it was not long before the devious flames became more exuberant, bringing him immense discomfort, and an urge for even more.

He did all that he could to suppress the yearning for more of her touch, but he still could not control himself and his body started shivering, desperate for more. He even let out a low and gentle call with a shaky voice, “Lan’er.”

If she did not stop, he might really succumb to his carnal desires.

Feng Tianlan lifted her eyes up to his and noted traces of sweat on his forehead, together with his trembling voice. She thought he was in great pain. She thought of her childhood days when her mother would blow on her wounds and comfort her while applying the stinging medication when she fell down, and started doing the same, lightly blowing at the bruise on his body. “Just bear with me a little more—”