A moment later, she began carefully massaging the dit da jow onto his bruises.
Her hands were very soft, and her movements were gentle as well. While her touch on his bruises did sting a little, what Lin Jiage felt more was a numbing sensation reminiscent of a mild electric shock.
Lin Jiage felt his throat constrict, and his body began to tighten uncontrollably.
Sensing his abnormal reaction, Shi Yao immediately paused her actions in fright, "Am I hurting you?"
But at that moment, Lin Jiage's mind was entirely consumed by that pair of small hands moving gently around his back. He was silent for a short moment before lightly shaking his head, "No…"
"Oh…" Shi Yao replied. On the inside, however, she thought that Lin Jiage might just be holding back, not daring to admit his pain so he could preserve his dignity as a man in front of her. Thus, her hands became even gentler.
