Mu Yunlie finally extended his noble hands and grasped Yan Qianyi's arm, beginning to massage her.
"I have no feeling in my body right now, so feel free to do as you like, don't worry about hurting me."
A smile involuntarily curved on Yan Qianyi's lips.
What a feeling to have such a handsome man kneel on one knee beside her to "serve" her—it was just too good.
It was a pity, though, her frail body could not feel the warmth in his palms.
Engrossed in her thoughts, Yan Qianyi didn't notice the gloom on the man's face.
Heaven knows that Mu Yunlie had never touched anyone's body like this in his lifetime.
Not to mention giving a massage.
Even his beloved grandfather had never enjoyed such treatment from him.
Mu Yunlie didn't even know what had gotten into him.
He clearly came because of the death of a spouse, and yet here he was doing this.
Maybe it was sympathy?
Normally when he saw injured cats or dogs by the roadside, he couldn't ignore them.
