Jiang Feng truly didn't know what kind of formidable willpower and self-control allowed him to stay composed after treating Mu Yanluo's hip.
The entire process was certainly an ordeal among ordeals.
After his series of maneuvers, the prone Mu Yanluo was already panting softly, drenched in fragrant sweat, her whole body weak, with an orchid-like scent filling the air.
However, it must be said that after this massage, her hip did indeed hurt less, and there was an indescribable comfort, endlessly delightful.
"Alright, go wash up."
"Mmm..."
Mu Yanluo bashfully crawled off the bed, her cheeks still flushed, but her gaze towards Jiang Feng held some seductive allure.
"I... I'll change clothes first..." she said shyly.
"Okay."
Understanding, Jiang Feng temporarily walked to the door, waiting for Mu Yanluo to change clothes quietly.
This process calmed them down for a few seconds.
