The network bridge was rickety and very strong. Adrian Ming sat cross-legged next to Nathan Liang.
He untied Nathan Liang's bound hands and checked them carefully. Finding no marks, he felt relieved and did not care about Nathan Liang's previous complaint of pain in his hands.
Adrian Ming: "Do you want to rub it?"
He dug out the remaining medicated oil in his bag. The liquid leaked from the mouth of the bottle. He touched it and his fingers were stained.
Nathan Liang moved his wrists, paused after hearing the words, and the smile at the corners of his lips deepened. He was... rushing to put it into his mouth.
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