At this moment, Qin Sisi didn't want to move at all, didn't even want to think; ever since the accident, her legs had been tormenting her, giving her no good days.
Damp cold pain, as if soaked in a cold, wet swamp.
But now, that feeling had disappeared, and she even somewhat greedily looked at Gu Qiaoqiao's fingers.
The bathroom was silent.
Gu Qiaoqiao's forehead was seeping with fine beads of sweat; the malevolent energy in Qin Sisi's legs was just as stubborn.
Yet, it still couldn't withstand her hands.
Gu Qiaoqiao spread Spiritual Energy throughout Qin Sisi's legs, then straightened up, and with a flick of her finger, drew most of the malevolent energy into her own palms. She finally spoke, "I'm going to get you some clean clothes. Try to stand up."
"Stand up?" Qin Sisi repeated Gu Qiaoqiao's words in a daze, her mouth dry.
