She suddenly tensed her back, the wound tore with increasing pain, and instinctively she was about to struggle to get up.
But her waist was tightly bound by his arm, Baili An's face pressed against her shoulder.
Luckily, the corpse demon did not need to breathe, and there was no ambiguous breath around her ears.
Baili An's movements were extremely gentle, considering that the wound on her back was so deep it touched the bone.
Although assisted by Si Li's Divine Origin, faced with such injuries, Baili An dared not be aggressive in his healing methods.
His fingertips carried a blue glow, gently tracing between the cool exposed skin of her lower back where the cloth was torn.
The movement was as gentle as finely spun silk lightly landing among the dustless patterns of white jade, tracing over the delicate and slender spine, rubbing the subdued graceful waist hollow.
Inch by inch wandering between the skin, like a feather softly tracing.
