Chen Wanrong felt invigorated and couldn't help but let out a low moan.
"Oh no"! A'niu desperately held back the Divine Power surging within him; he couldn't afford to act rashly, the girl before him was still a child.
About the same age as Xiaofeng, if it weren't for this illness, she would probably still be in school.
A'niu dared not look at the delicate body before him any longer, closed his eyes, and gently massaged Chen Wanrong's fair and tender skin with both palms.
He didn't know how long it had been, but A'niu felt sweat all over his body; treating a disease was truly exhausting.
He almost exploded holding himself back.
"All right, you can get up and put on your clothes now."
A'niu withdrew his hands and turned to the side.
From behind, he heard the rustling sound of clothes being put on.
"Ah... Divine Doctor A'niu, is my illness completely cured now?" Chen Wanrong's soft and sweet voice asked from behind.