Huo Zhenyang's palm was warm and large, filled with energy as if it was continuously pouring heat into her body.
Before long, she felt toasty, and warmth seemed to fill her limbs and bones; even the pain in her belly had subsided significantly.
The pained moan from earlier had turned into one of comfort, "Mm..."
No sooner had she softly moaned than she quickly shut her mouth, her little face blushing red with embarrassment.
To think she would make such a sound while lying in his embrace!
Just minutes ago, she had been confronting this man!
Now, after he had massaged her a bit, had she forgotten everything?
He would laugh himself to death if he heard her, wouldn't he?
But...
This man who stood so high above her, who held absolute power, was actually giving her a massage because of her menstrual pain?
She was momentarily lost in thought.
