"I should at least help alleviate your pain,"
Su Fan said as he reached to unbutton Liu Ye's white coat.
"What, what are you doing?"
Liu Ye was like a deer caught in the headlights, flustered and in a panic.
But since she was unable to move her body, she couldn't resist at all.
"I'm going to use a massage technique to stimulate your blood vessels and meridians. Otherwise, you're going to hurt like hell,"
Liu Ye wanted to resist, but she had no strength, and having witnessed Su Fan's remarkable medical skills the day before, she couldn't help but acquiesce.
"Then, then go lock the door first, to keep people from seeing."
"All right."
Su Fan hurriedly locked the door of the resting room.
Then, in two or three moves, he unbuttoned Liu Ye's white coat.
Underneath, Liu Ye was wearing a white, tight, low-cut, short-sleeved shirt that made her ample bosom even more astonishing as it was squeezed.
Su Fan swallowed hard.
"I apologize in advance,"
