Su Qianxun massaged him very earnestly. Long Sijue felt much better after only five minutes, and his fingers had stopped trembling as well.
He opened his eyes and glanced at the young woman who was massaging him. There was a hint of earnestness in her black irises, and her beautiful lips, which were slightly pursed, looked alluring.
Long Sijue slowly closed his eyes again. Since his headache was getting lighter and lighter, he felt completely relaxed now.
For many years, the headache had tormented him almost every day. Every time he had an attack, he could only endure it by himself, and no one but him knew how painful it was.
Half an hour later, Su Qianxun's hand was aching so much that she almost did not have the strength to massage him anymore. The man who was lying on her lap was breathing evenly now.