Lu Yang noticed He Wanyi hadn't come out of her worries yet.
He knew that more words would be of no use.
Since it would take some time to get there for treatment—why not make good use of this time to rest and cultivate properly.
So, Lu Yang simply stroked He Wanyi's hair and then pressed gently on her head.
And the direction of the pressure was right below...
He Wanyi understood Lu Yang's intentions in a second.
She was a bit displeased.
Can't you see I'm in a really bad mood right now, worried sick?
Even at a time like this, you want me to blow 'the whistle', what are you thinking?
But seeing Lu Yang's serious expression...
He Wanyi couldn't bear to refuse.
So she could only lean down and gently release little Lu Yang.
At this moment, little Lu Yang had swiftly entered combat mode, standing erect like a flagpole.
It made He Wanyi almost unable to let go, that burning sensation causing ripples in her heart, itching intensely.
Therefore, without much hesitation,