Lu Mianmian froze.
Did he mean... he wanted her to massage his leg?
"Or are you just saying it casually and don't actually want me to massage your leg?" Perhaps because she had been silent for too long, he spoke up again.
"Of course not!" she hurriedly denied, then added a bit hesitantly, "But do you really want me to massage you? What if I accidentally hurt you..."
After all, her skills were definitely no match for those of professional therapists.
"If it's you who hurts me, it doesn't matter," he said.
It was a simple sentence, yet it made her heart pound like thunder.
Don't overthink it! Lu Mianmian shouted inwardly to herself, This might just be an ordinary remark for Wen Mulan, with no special meaning!
Lu Mianmian then found a shorter chair, and had Wen Mulan sit on the sofa. She bent over, sat on the low chair, and carefully placed Wen Mulan's disabled left leg on her own, gently rolling up his trouser leg.
