Finally, Mu Yunlie extended his noble hands and grasped Yan Qianyi's arm, beginning to massage her.
"I can't feel anything right now, so don't worry about hurting me. Just do as you please."
A smile tugged at the corners of Yan Qianyi's lips.
Having such a handsome man kneeling beside her, "serving" her, felt incredibly satisfying.
It was just a pity that her uncooperative body couldn't sense the warmth of his touch.
Lost in her own daydreams, Yan Qianyi failed to notice the shadow that darkened the man's face.
Heaven knows, Mu Yunlie had never touched anyone like this in his life.
Let alone doing something as intimate as giving a massage.
Not even his beloved grandfather had received such treatment from him.
Mu Yunlie couldn't quite understand what had come over him.
He had come here to mourn his loss, yet here he was, doing this.
Perhaps it was sympathy?
On any other day, if he saw a wounded kitten or puppy by the roadside, he couldn't help but stop.
And this little creature's eyes always reminded him of his grandfather's cat.
So, maybe, he could think of it as saving a cat.
However, as soon as his hand touched Yan Qianyi's, Mu Yunlie could no longer remain calm.
It felt as if an electric current shot from his palm and surged through his entire body.
Though he was wearing gloves, they were thin, and he could still feel the warmth of her skin.
Her hand was small, soft, and the sensation… was exquisite.
It felt even better than petting a cat, making him want to keep touching it endlessly.
"Ah… I think I can feel something!" Yan Qianyi exclaimed in delight. "It's really working! Keep going, keep going!"
"Put more pressure… a bit more… yes… yes…"
"So comfortable…"
"Hmm… a little lighter now, yes, just like that…"
"Ah Lie, you're amazing!"
Hearing Yan Qianyi's odd exclamations, Mu Yunlie suddenly felt a strange heat rise to his cheeks.
There was even an unfamiliar fire stirring within him.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "You, shut up."
The command was laced with an irresistible authority.
Yan Qianyi felt a little aggrieved.
Why was he suddenly being so harsh?
She was just trying to guide him, after all.
If she could do it herself, she wouldn't bother him in the first place.
But since she needed his help, she had no choice but to obediently close her mouth.
However, after a brief silence, Yan Qianyi couldn't help but let out a soft hiss.
"What's wrong?" Mu Yunlie asked.
"It hurts…" His grip was far too strong!
Mu Yunlie looked up at her.
She was biting her lower lip, her face flushed, and tiny beads of sweat dotted her forehead. It seemed she was genuinely in pain.
He frowned slightly, his voice low. "If it hurts, you should've said so earlier."
"You told me to shut up."
"..." Mu Yunlie, growing impatient, said, "Try moving your hand. See if you can."
Yan Qianyi wiggled her fingers.
The tips of her fingers brushed lightly against Mu Yunlie's palm.
It felt like a kitten's claws had gently grazed him, sending a shiver of tingling warmth through his entire body.
He quickly let go of her hand. "Since you can move it now, do it yourself."
With that, he stood, turned his back to her, and removed his gloves, tossing them carelessly to the ground.
Yan Qianyi gazed at his tall, upright figure from behind.
Was he really that disgusted by her?
Perhaps he had a severe case of mysophobia.
Mysophobia is a condition, and it needs to be treated!
It seemed that, in the future, she wouldn't just need to help detoxify him, but also cure his cleanliness obsession.
There would be plenty to do.
(End of Chapter)