"Feeling better?" While Ouyang Huihui was internally struggling, biting down hard trying to control herself from moaning, Luo Ziling finally stopped his pressing, "Why not try to walk a few steps?"
Luo Ziling's hands finally departed from her foot, and Ouyang Huihui exhaled as if relieved of a heavy burden.
Only then did she realize she was drenched in sweat, her dress sticking to her back. She couldn't help but feel both embarrassed and annoyed.
Fortunately, Luo Ziling, likewise drenched in sweat, didn't notice these details.
After sitting back against the chair and gasping for air for a while, Ouyang Huihui finally felt normal again.
She rubbed the spot that had been painful, surprised to find that it no longer hurt.
Placing her foot on the ground and trying to apply some pressure, she felt no pain coming from her foot, which surprised her even more.
This jerk's pressing technique was actually quite good; he had even managed to fix her sprained ankle.
