"Winning a lottery wouldn't make me this happy," he walked over and gently massaged her ankle, "Does it still hurt?"
Actually, it didn't hurt that much anymore, the injury hadn't been serious to begin with, and besides, a good amount of time had passed. But upon seeing his earnest inquiry, Gu Nanqiao didn't know if her brain had short-circuited or what, she impulsively answered, "It hurts."
He continued massaging her, applying just the right amount of pressure, neither too light nor too heavy.
As time wore on and he didn't stop watching her with a persistent tension and worry in his eyes, Miss Gu finally felt a twinge of guilt. She withdrew her leg, "Alright, alright, I'm fine now."
Huo Jingting looked up at her, but she avoided his gaze out of guilt.
