"Alright, that should do it. Try moving your ankle. Does it still hurt?"
At that, Jiang Xinghai released Qin Shuang's foot. He smiled faintly, then grasped her calf and lifted it gently.
"That… that's it? The massage is done already?" Qin Shuang asked, almost without thinking.
It seemed she hadn't quite had her fill.
She had become completely immersed in Jiang Xinghai's masterful touch, to the point that her body was on the verge of surrendering to it.
"Your ankle wasn't a serious issue. It didn't require a long massage," Jiang Xinghai said with another smile.
"I'll give it a try then." Qin Shuang tentatively moved her ankle.
'It really doesn't hurt anymore!'
Just as she was about to praise Jiang Xinghai's miraculous technique in delight, a sudden feeling of reluctance surfaced. "Actually, I think it still hurts a little," she said. "Just a tiny bit."
