Xia Chu hadn't expected Huo Xiyao to actually start massaging her.
Almost in a panic, she immediately retracted her left leg, curling up, "Xiyao, maybe you should go out first? I'll try massaging it myself first, maybe after a few rubs it won't hurt anymore. If it's really no use, then I could still call you back in to help... it's not too late."
After all, she wasn't wearing anything, and from the looks of it, Xiyao probably wasn't either under his robe... Alone at night, it was too dangerous!
However, Huo Xiyao seemed to suddenly snap out of a trance, his entire demeanor clearing up.
He squinted with a smile, meeting Xia Chu's eyes, "Chuchu, let me do it. Don't worry, I won't touch you without your consent. We have decades ahead of us; there's no rush in this moment."
