A Touch-and-Go Situation (1)

A streak of warm spiritual essence flowed from the teenager's hands into hers through her bleeding fingertips.

Feng Wu, who was barely breathing and looked like a withered flower, slowly revived, as if she had been watered with spiritual water.

"Keep going."

The teenager patted her head with his slender fingers, and his lips curled into a smile.

Feng Wu was a little dumbfounded.

But she soon came back to herself. Licking her lower lip, she nodded. "Yes!"

Grand Secretary Fang had been standing a few steps away from them the whole time and hadn't said a word since Jun Linyuan showed up.

Feng Wu had complained to him quite a few times about how Jun Linyuan picked on her, and the old man had been thinking about finding a time to mention it to His Majesty.

But now —

Seeing the way the teenager patted Feng Wu's head, Grand Secretary Fang had a strange feeling…