Although not pressed tightly together, it's easy to misinterpret.
After a while of massaging, Tracy's cheeks turned even redder. She held her breath and said, "My waist feels much better, but you can't keep massaging, it's exhausting..."
She moved a bit, actually he was rubbing so comfortably, but she was too embarrassed to say it out loud. In fact, her sorest area was her hips, so she wanted to get up and walk a bit.
"...Let me get out of bed, it's fine, I feel in good shape today. My stomach hasn't hurt since yesterday afternoon." She pushed his shoulder, trying to persuade him.
Lorraine Hanson frowned, didn't even think about it, and directly refused: "No, you stay in bed! Wherever you're sore, I'll rub it for you!"
Seeing his concern, Tracy kept silent. She furrowed her brow, hesitated for a moment, and after a long pause, stammered, "I... my hips hurt..."
After saying that, she lowered her eyes, her face flushed all the way to her neck, feeling very embarrassed.
