The doorbell rang.
When He Luo stumbled to open the door, she saw Jian Yue carrying several items, making her feel embarrassed. In a moment of impulsiveness, she had called him for help…
Alone in this place, she didn’t know who else to ask for help, but Jian Yue wasn’t anyone special to her…
And she had even cried on the phone, how embarrassing…
He Luo felt too ashamed to face him and half-hid behind the door.
“Can you walk?” he asked.
He Luo nodded.
Jian Yue closed the door behind him. “Let me see.”
He Luo tried to take a couple of steps, but before she could go far, Jian Yue scooped her up by the waist.
“You call that walking?” he said as he carried her.
He Luo had explained the situation to him over the phone. Initially, it had hurt a lot when she fell, but now it didn’t seem as bad…
He gently placed her on the sofa. She was wearing a loose long T-shirt, and there was a large bruise on her right thigh, which looked alarming but hadn’t broken the skin. The worst part was her red and swollen ankle.
Jian Yue gently rotated her ankle, asking if it hurt. He Luo shook her head.
He looked closely. “Your ankle is sprained, but fortunately, the bone isn’t damaged.”
He Luo’s leg rested on his lap, his palm warm and his gaze focused. He Luo felt increasingly uncomfortable under his scrutiny.
“What did you buy?” He Luo asked, trying to change the subject. She reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle. “What’s this?”
“This is medicated oil, for improving circulation and reducing bruising.”
He Luo made an acknowledging sound, still puzzled. “How do you apply it? Is there a special technique?”
Jian Yue’s deep gaze grew intense and heated.
He Luo’s movements paused as she realized she had said something that could be misunderstood…
Jian Yue didn’t respond verbally. He took the bottle from her, unscrewed the cap, and poured some oil onto his hand.
The smell of the medicated oil, though not pleasant, quickly filled the room.
He Luo’s senses focused entirely on Jian Yue’s hands. He was spreading the oil on her leg, his movements gentle, his fingers massaging her skin inch by inch, gradually increasing the pressure.
He Luo suddenly took a sharp breath.
Jian Yue paused his movements and asked, “Does it hurt here? Or am I using too much pressure?”
He Luo’s heart was racing.
Yes, but also no…
His pressure had gradually increased but was always controlled, never causing discomfort. Gradually, besides the faint pain, there was something else.
The warmth of his palm, the friction between their skin, made He Luo’s leg feel tingly and numb.
“If I’m hurting you, just tell me,” Jian Yue said in a low voice.
His voice always carried a restrained coldness, no matter the situation.
He Luo could barely stand his words. She bit her lower lip, trying hard to control her reactions.
The man’s palm continued moving up inch by inch, even carefully tending to the bruise on her inner thigh.
But the inner thigh was one of He Luo’s most sensitive areas.
When Jian Yue’s fingers started to massage that spot slowly, He Luo finally couldn’t suppress a soft moan, “Mmm…”