Weilan again tried to pull her foot back.
With just a slight motion, Lu Hechen said, "Don't move, Weilan, you need a massage."
Weilan shook her head, "Brother Hechen, no need for the massage, I don't want it."
"This is doctor's orders, are you planning to go against medical advice?"
Weilan: "...."
Lu Hechen was still looking down, a picture of serene indifference, fully focused on massaging her ankle without a hint of distraction.
But she—
Weilan felt her mind was filled with inappropriate thoughts, as if her body was out of control.
Was she really that desperate?
Time passed, and discomfort grew, her body becoming increasingly unsettled by his touch.
"Brother Hechen, isn't that enough?" Weilan asked softly.
Lu Hechen's eyes narrowed as he continued his movements and said, "Not yet, the medicine needs to be fully absorbed, it must be thoroughly massaged in."
Weilan remained silent.
