As Nightingale's clothes were torn apart, her perfect figure and snow-white tender flesh were exposed to Lan Feng's sight, and the towering peaks wrapped in a black bra were clearly revealed in Lan Feng's eyes.

This sudden change caused the face of Nightingale, who was originally enjoying healing, to change her face. When she looked at her torn clothes and exposed skin, her favor for Lan Feng disappeared, and anger spread in her heart.

"you……"

Nightingale raised her head and stared at Lan Feng, about to curse her, but she was stunned.

Because Lan Feng's eyes did not stay in her tall snow-white for any second, but instead fell on the red and swollen wound on the nightingale's lower abdomen, frowned slightly, with dissatisfaction on his face. A faint voice came from his mouth: "Who stitched the needle for you? The internal wounds were not treated at all, and there were inflammations and abscesses inside. Moreover, the needle sewing technique was too unprofessional, right? If this continues, people will die."

Hearing Lan Feng's words, looking at his eyes full of face and extremely focused, for some reason, the anger in Nighthawk's heart disappeared without a trace at this moment, and a blush appeared on his beautiful cheeks. After hesitating for a moment, hesitated and said in a low voice: "This... this wound was stitched by myself..."

"I see……"

Upon hearing this, Lan Feng nodded suddenly, then said with a serious and solemn expression: "Your wound must be treated again... Well... First of all, we have to take a shower first!"

"Swish!"

As Lan Feng's words fell, Lan Feng suddenly picked her up in the stunned gaze of Nightingale and ran quickly into the dense forest in the distance.

At the end of the jungle, there is a hot spring prepared for Lan Feng’s natural nature!

"Mom, this is the rhythm of taking a bath together!"
Chapter completed!