Gu Junzhu winced with an "ouch," "Ye Xiaobei, you're not professional at all as a massage therapist. Who gives a patient a massage and then resorts to private punishment?"
Ye Xingbei: "...Not serious!"
She massaged Gu Junzhu for over half an hour, then Gu Junzhu turned around, took her hand, flipped over, and pulled her into his embrace, lowering his head to kiss her: "Stop massaging, it doesn't hurt anymore."
If last time he couldn't be sure if Ye Xingbei's massage was effective for his old injury, now he was one hundred percent certain.
All day today, his muscles were stiff, with a faint, lingering pain, but within his threshold of endurance, so he deliberately ignored it.
Now, after being massaged by Ye Xingbei for a while, he felt his muscles relax, and the pain had almost disappeared, an indescribable comfort.
It was clear that it wasn't a coincidence last time, Ye Xingbei's massage was indeed effective for his old injury.