Ye Xingbei gave him a disdainful look and, without further attention to his words, continued to massage him.
"Stop massaging, take a rest," Gu Junzhu said, grasping her hand.
His arms were now free to move.
In such a short time, the stiffness in his arms and back had disappeared, the first time this had happened.
He wondered if it was really Ye Xingbei's massage that worked or if his old injury had healed considerably during this period and was not as severe.
He had reckoned the time; his old injury hadn't acted up for quite a while, and he had thought it was completely cured.
When Gu Junzhu held her hand, Ye Xingbei could no longer massage him.
After massaging for over an hour, her hands were indeed sore and her arms were soft, lacking strength. Seeing that Gu Junzhu's complexion had improved greatly and his back muscles had softened, she knew he was indeed not in so much pain anymore. Without struggling, she lay down obediently beside him.
