C262 Cumulative Disease

The color of his palm was shocking, but Han Xixie just frowned. He didn't wipe it with a handkerchief like Liu Ao did; he moved naturally as if he was already used to it.

"Master!" "Your body?" Liu Ao looked back at Han Xixie, his expression full of surprise and self-blame. Why didn't he notice anything when he was always by his side?

"It's nothing, it's just a withdrawal phenomenon