Xiao Yuchuan watched his wife help Fourth Brother take off his pants, and although it was to treat his legs, a mix of jealousy and annoyance stirred in his heart. Just as he was about to offer to do it himself, she had already swiftly pulled down Qinghe's pants and set them aside.
Xiao Qinghe felt very embarrassed, his fair skin tinged with a faint red hue.
His legs were not like those of an ordinary person, either strong, full, or slim; they had been crippled for so many years, shriveled and unsightly.
He didn't want her to see his imperfections, but he couldn't stop her from looking.
Yuchuan's heart ached too, seeing Fourth Brother's withered legs.
As a professional doctor, Su Qingyue's hands moved back and forth, kneading and pressing the bones in Xiao Qinghe's legs, occasionally asking, "Do you feel anything?"
Qinghe shook his head. If he weren't a patient, with her touching him like this...
