บท 62: Massage

"Let me massage you, too. I'll be gentle. It won't hurt you."

Su Xiaolu looked at Zhou Heng. Her eyes were so sincere, and her words were soft and sweet.

Zhou Heng looked at Su Xiaolu and could not refuse at all. Su Xiaolu did not know who he was and approached him without ill intentions. Her eyes were beautiful.

Before he could refuse, Su Xiaolu released her hand and started squeezing his leg.

Old Wu took a few steps over and was about to stop her, but seeing that Su Xiaolu was massaging well and there was no disgust or anger on Zhou Heng's face, Old Wu changed his mind and said to Su Xiaolu gently, "Xiaolu is so smart. Give Brother Zhou Heng a massage. Do it like this, you can also massage his calf."

Zhou Heng's legs were seriously injured. Although his legs were saved, it would take time to heal them. Massaging him every day was essential. Since he brought Zhou Heng here to hide, he naturally had to live with him for a while.