Hearing Yin Ji's voice, Jiang Zheyu slipped her foot out of her shoe and lifted it slightly before him.
Yin Ji's palm, slick with green juice, covered Jiang Zheyu's foot.
His palms were rough and broad—the hands of someone who often did manual labor and hunted.
Jiang Zheyu had noticed that the calluses on Yin Ji's hands seemed to be from using a bow for hunting, while the ones on Shan Xun's hands were from wielding other weapons.
The calluses were in different places on each man's hands, and Jiang Zheyu could tell the difference. Of course, she could only tell because she had felt both their palms.
Although Yin Ji had applied the green juice for her many times before, it always felt a bit odd.
The rough calluses grazed her skin, carrying what felt like a scorching heat.
In fact, both Yin Ji and Shan Xun had applied the green juice for Jiang Zheyu before.
