"I'll handle it, you just sit tight." After saying that, Mo Jinyan put Xu Weiyi's foot on his own thigh again, and with some ointment on his fingers, gently applied it to Xu Weiyi's ankle.
Mo Jinyan's actions were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid that even a slight force would break Xu Weiyi's fair little foot.
Even though Xu Weiyi felt some pain initially, under Mo Jinyan's tender care, the pain gradually faded away, leaving only a faint sweetness in her heart, like she had just eaten a piece of candy.
The sweetness almost spread out.
Mo Jinyan, unaware of what Xu Weiyi was thinking, continued to earnestly massage her.
Seeing the smooth, fair ankle swollen and red, he felt a bit distressed, wishing he could take her place.
