"You?"
Wei Lan bit her cherry lips, her eyes shimmering with a watery gaze, "Are you really treating my sprain?"
It feels more like you're flirting with me.
Couldn't we just get this over with? Do you have to "torture" me like this?
"Does it hurt here?"
Li Feng looked up at Wei Lan, and Wei Lan bit her lips without making a sound. Li Feng could roughly guess her thoughts.
"It seems this isn't it!"
Li Feng said, changing positions, adding a bit more force with his fingers, and Wei Lan could no longer hold it in.
Hmm.
"That's more like it, you need to cry out when it hurts, otherwise, you shouldn't shy away from seeking treatment."
Li Feng continued to knead Wei Lan's ankle as he spoke.
Meanwhile, outside Li Feng's room, Dragon Guards were secretly standing guard, while Wang Qian had a room opened next door.
The hotel manager stood behind Wang Qian.
"Master Qian, the people in the conference room have mostly left, but some still want to see Young Master Feng."
