Lin Li wasn't shy about reaching out to hold her foot. After all, as a doctor, when treating patients, gender doesn't matter.
Even if Bai Bufan had twisted his ankle, Lin Li would still be breathing just as hard.
It's all the same.
The feel of her skin, cool from the recently sprayed Yunnan Baiyao, as he holds her heel, while his right thumb mischievously rubs across the arch of her foot. Chen Yu Ying's spine suddenly straightens, her instep forming a graceful arc, suppressing the urge to laugh. She glares at Lin Li, ashamed and annoyed, "Lin Li—"
"Class monitor, don't move around, you're affecting my massage treatment." Lin Li doesn't even look up, turning the tables on her.
And then his head gets knocked.
"Let's begin."
[Healing], activate.
Lin Li has Chen Yu Ying keep her left foot suspended by herself while both his hands start roaming and kneading her ankle.
