C412 Silk as a Catalyst

And the silk threads were glowing with silver light, which made them look softer under the light. Liejing wanted to answer, but he felt a slight pain in his stomach. He knew that his boss was suturing his wound. Point! He nodded and continued lying on the sofa.

Qin Zhong looked at Liejing's weak state, and there were many bruises on his pale lips and cheeks. He frowned