While massaging Wu Wentian's back, his heart was beating fast and he looked over his back quietly.
His long and thick eyelashes gently covered his eyes, which would slightly tremble as she moved. His eyebrows, which were as handsome as distant mountains, unconsciously wrinkled together. His heart could not help but stop, and he gently wiped off the deep wrinkles in front of his forehead when he touched the center of his eyebrows.
Suddenly, the back of Ning Xueyan's hand was pressed down, and her palm was tightly attached to her slightly hot forehead. The sound of the martial arts came through the palm and reached her ears.
"Xin'er, you must stay by my side forever. No matter what happens, you can't leave... "
Wu Wentian suddenly turned around and held her heart tightly in his arms. No
