Exhibition

A man who had never experienced the feeling of being pampered would become addicted to a single touch. He would never be willing to leave again.

"Alright." Mo Chu was naturally willing to satisfy Ning Yiyuan's small request. She gently blew on Ning Yiyuan's wound a few more times before quickly applying the ointment.

The wounds on Ning Yiyuan's back were crisscrossed. The moment she applied the ointment, his entire back was covered in the dark brown color of the ointment. The thick smell of the medicine lingered in her nose..

"These wounds... were inflicted by... Elder Ning?" After putting away the ointment and remaining silent for a moment, Mo Chu finally could not help but ask. However, her heart was slightly aching.