Wang Lan released his hand, and Jiang Xinyu immediately grabbed her cheeks; it was just too itchy, and moreover, her face felt oppressively stuffy.
With that grab, the scars on her face started peeling off in pieces. In no time, her flawless cheeks appeared before Wang Lan, as smooth as a peeled egg.
"Is it done?" Jiang Xinyu asked nervously.
"Beautiful, perfect! But... your wound on the chest..." Wang Lan's eyebrows kept twitching, a lecherous smile spreading across his face. Not good, there was a murderous aura! In an instant, the smile disappeared.
"It's nothing, this injury is not a problem; the ribs have already been set. There's no need for battle up ahead, I can heal on my own," Jiang Xinyu said, her face slightly flushed as she turned her head away.
"Um, Soldier, are you looking for Wang Lan? It's not very convenient right now... or maybe..."
"Not convenient? Has little brother Wang Lan not woken up yet?"
"Uh... this..."
