Li Yuru blushed and said softly, "Chu Yang… please be gentler…"
"Hmm."
Chu Yang responded and placed his hands on the snowy white and smooth skin on Li Yuru's shoulders. His thumb, index, and middle fingers gently pinched, lifting the skin on her back, kneading the fascial layer beneath.
"Hiss… it hurts so much…" Li Yuru couldn't help but let out a tender cry of pain.
She felt like Chu Yang was about to peel off the skin on her back; her voice began to tremble, "Hiss… it hurts so much… Chu Yang, be gentler… I can't stand the pain…"
Li Yuru's legs stretched straight from the pain, and her body involuntarily twisted, the skin lifted by Chu Yang felt as if it was being sliced off.
Chu Yang continued with his movements, "Yuru, because you've been overworking, your skin and muscles have become tight, as if they've been packed down, so it's a bit painful at first. Just bear with it for a while, and it'll be better."
