Pain made Yi Roujing gradually calm down from her initial excitement, and then she noticed the current situation. A tall man who stood up was now squatting at her feet, holding her calf with one hand and vigorously massaging her recently bumped knee with the other.
The palm couldn't be considered delicate; Yi Roujing felt a bit of roughness. It didn't hurt where it caressed her knee, but the sensation went straight to her heart. It initially felt painful, but now a wave of itchiness arose.
Yi Roujing's left leg twitched slightly.
"Bear with it." The top of the black hair suddenly moved, and a flawless face looked up at her. Yi Roujing's heart uncontrollably started to pound.
"I, I, I'm fine." Yi Roujing propped herself up with her hands, retreating a considerable distance until she was almost on the bed.
