"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 deanor 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 movents, Murong Qian couldn't help but exclaim.
Jiang Feng was fiercely tempted at this mont, but ultimately, he subdued it, placing one hand on Murong Qian's taut instep and slowly starting to massage her frostbitten, fair ankle with the other hand.
Not to ntion, being nurtured and massaged in such a caring manner by Jiang Feng, the frostbitten part of her foot really healed promptly, and the pain vanished.
Even the muscles in that area felt completely relaxed, offering an indescribable comfort that made Murong Qian nearly lose control.
With Jiang Feng's movents being so gentle, as if afraid to hurt her, Murong Qian's heart grew increasingly moved and blissful...
That little rascal, now he's beco so attentive, gentle, and considerate...
Not in vain for her affectionate pursuit and life-and-death companionship!
Murong Qian closed her charming eyes, enjoying herself on the blanket, then opened them again, casting a seductive glance at Jiang Feng: "You cheeky thing, how co you can do such things for a girl now? Judging by your practiced technique, you must have tried it on other girls quite often, right? Hmph, little rascal!"
The latter words, no matter how heard, sounded like both bla and coquettishness, making Jiang Feng more restless.
This ti, Jiang Feng couldn't hold back any longer. Right in front of him were feet as tender as carved jade; if he didn't cherish them now, he'd be letting down Murong Qian's coy and inviting charm!
At that point, Jiang Feng directly lifted Murong Qian's dreamy, delicate little foot, leaning down to bury his head...
"Ah!"
In an instant, Murong Qian was stunned!
She looked at Jiang Feng's actions in disbelief!
The gesture was gentle, like a dragonfly skimming water...
"You cheeky thing, you..."
A touch of blush instantly rose on Murong Qian's gorgeous cheeks.
She had never been treated like this by a man, not even Jiang Feng!
That sudden feeling, like a wave of peculiarity, striking her soul.
"How can you..." Murong Qian stamred bashfully, murmuring dreamily.
Murong Qian never imagined, even in her dreams, that Jiang Feng would do such a thing to her.
In the past, no matter how she hinted at Jiang Feng, even explicitly several tis, Jiang Feng remained oblivious, intentionally avoiding her.
But now, why was he actively making such advances?
Actually, now all Murong Qian needed to do was lift her foot and she could easily kick away Jiang Feng.
Yet at this mont, whether struck dumb or laden with other timid thoughts, she simply trembled, her slender legs taut, letting Jiang Feng act however he pleased.
Within the tent, the peculiar atmosphere grew increasingly intense.
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