"Go! Don't talk about your sister like that, I'm perfectly fine..."
Murong Qian rebelliously intended to deliver a soft kick to Jiang Feng.
Yet unexpectedly, Jiang Feng caught her little foot.
Jiang Feng carefully examined the frostbitten areas, which were more than just one spot, akin to blemishes on perfect jade for such tender, flawless feet.
Murong Qian's pretty face flushed, finally no longer shivering, gazing tenderly at Jiang Feng with the demeanor of a young woman.
"Bear with it, I'll help you heal."
Without further ado, Jiang Feng rubbed his hands warm, gently massaging the frostbitten areas to heal them.
Murong Qian's graceful ankle felt delicate as jade, yet slightly cool, tender and boneless.
Sensing that smooth, crystal-clear skin, matched with the flickering fire within the tent, made Jiang Feng's heart skip uncontrollably.
"Hmm~~"
With Jiang Feng's kneading movements, Murong Qian couldn't help but exclaim.
