The moisture in the night was too heavy, making Natalie Vaughn unable to sleep. In the past, Zane Thorne himself would massage his left wrist, but now it was Natalie helping to rub his left wrist.
Although they've been using traditional medicine for the past two months, Natalie was still worried that this environment might make Zane uncomfortable.
"How about we go back?"
Zane chuckled and grabbed Natalie's hand.
"My wrist doesn't hurt."
Natalie was still a little worried. Zane patted her waist, signaling her to sit a bit to the side. Then, with Natalie looking bewildered, Zane did several one-handed push-ups, using his left hand.
Natalie: ...
As expected of Zane, even his way of proving himself was so unique.
Seeing this, Natalie didn't say much more, but she still couldn't help rubbing Zane's wrist.
Her hands were soft and tender, and after a while of this, Zane had some thoughts in his mind.
