Zhao Chi grimaced and winced in pain.
Gu Qing didn't let go. "Lord, since you have a bit of that macho pride, how can you cry out in pain in front of a woman? Since my massage is working, you'll just have to bear it."
Cold sweat beaded on Zhao Chi's forehead.
'It really hurts.'
'How can such fair, delicate little hands produce so much Power?'
'This world's logic is completely broken.'
After a while.
Gu Qing finally stopped.
Zhao Chi let out a sigh of relief. He felt like his arm had gone completely numb.
He sighed and said, "Aren't you tired? Should I give you a massage, too?"
"Okay~"
Gu Qing agreed cheerfully, then sat on Zhao Chi's bed.
"..."
He was just being polite.
It wasn't that he didn't want to massage Gu Qing, but he was completely out of Physical Strength.
But Gu Qing had already sat down, so he had no choice but to help her.
Her skin was very smooth.
Her muscles were very soft.
With just a little pressure, he could feel her bones.
