Yu Youyao walked around the warm bed and nodded in satisfaction. "Cousin, are your legs better today? Did you soak your feet before you go to bed last night? Did Chang An massage your acupoints with medicinal oil?"
Zhou Linghuai's expression paused for a moment. "It's much better."
Now, Chang An had also improved.
Last night, when he had brought the medicinal oil over to massage him, he had yet to speak when…
Chang An used the young lady to defend himself. "Young Miss has repeatedly instructed this. If Young Master doesn't cooperate, I'll tell her tomorrow and see if she's angry."
For a moment, Zhou Linghuai had the urge to replace Chang An.
Although the little girl also had some strength, after being massaged for a while, it was inevitable that her strength would be a little weak and uneven. Chang An was a martial artist, so he had strength in his body and could grasp the severity of the acupoints more accurately.
