The cold liquid mixed with the warm palm, without warning, pressed against Gu Yanshen's scorching back.
The tall man's body instantly tensed like an iron board, every muscle from the nape to the waist tightened in an instant, like a beast being touched on its reverse scale.
Lin Wan Yi's fingers paused for a moment, then a deeper smile bloomed at the corner of her lips.
"Relax," her voice was low, carrying a soothing, yet extraordinarily alluring tone, "otherwise the medicine won't work."
She increased the pressure in her hands, her fingertips slowly circling along the outline of his protruding scapula. The diluted spiritual spring water seemed to have a life of its own, rapidly penetrating the skin, a refreshing warmth dispelling the accumulated muscle soreness of the day.
The comfort in his body, however, intensified the torment in his mind.
