"Does it hurt a lot?"
Chen Ziyang asked softly.
"A little..."
Chu Yao even dared not look in the mirror again.
"The bruise has now formed a clot, if not forcefully rubbed, it won't break down, failing to achieve a therapeutic effect."
Chen Ziyang however seriously said, "Can you bear it a bit?"
"Okay, I'll endure it."
Chu Yao clenched her teeth tightly.
She could feel Chen Ziyang's gentleness, but the kneading sensation still made her instinctively furrow her brow and let out an involuntary, sultry moan.
Latter on, she even began to lose clarity on whether she felt pain or comfort.
She just felt a tingling sensation all over her body, nearly unable to sit still anymore.
What made her more embarrassed was the realization that the bedsheet beneath her had gotten a bit wet...
She tried her best to keep her legs tight together, covering the shameful stain, hoping that Chen Ziyang wouldn't notice.
The guilty conscience made her steal a glance at Chen Ziyang.
