it was late autumn and early winter, and the cold wind seemed to want to blow people apart. jing muye stood at the door of the school doctor's office, looking at the withered branches that had lost all their leaves not far away. he felt that he was in an extremely miserable situation.
why should i be outside keeping a lookout for them?
they weren't the only two people in the school doctor's office, so he didn't know what they were doing.
at this moment, chen wang was still rubbing fu huan's calf. his movements were gentle. he did not know what the medicinal oil was made of, but after rubbing it, he felt a little warm.
no matter how gentle and delicate his movements were, it was inevitable that he would touch the painful parts. fu huan was so shocked that she couldn't help but take a deep breath and instinctively wanted to withdraw her foot.
"don't move," chen wang grabbed her ankle and said in a tough tone, " now you know it hurts? "
