C70 The Wind and Clouds in the Temple

Even though he had pulled his hand back, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at Shen Zhicheng who was lying on the bed. Before the scarred abbot could see it, his tongue licked his lips. After that, he violently swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

It was as if he felt incomparably regretful that he had not reached out his hand to the critical point just now