Lou Ming's face darkened, but he quickly raised the corners of his mouth.
He curved his lips wickedly, "What do you think I want to do?"
He pressed her calf with one hand and gently scratched the sole of her foot with the other. Ouyang Xiaojun almost went crazy. She was extremely ticklish, but this was not a suitable time to laugh.
She glanced at him, her little face turning red, biting her lips and staring at him fiercely.
Lou Ming stopped his movements and snorted coldly, "You?!"
Ouyang Xiaojun sniffed, lowered her head, and didn't make a sound.
She looked particularly embarrassed.
Lou Ming wanted to say something more, but moved his lips and held back.
He took out a tube of ointment from the medicine prescribed by the doctor, opened it, squeezed some out, and slowly applied it to her twisted place, then gently massaged it.
Ouyang Xiaojun was slightly stunned.
Because of the need for the medicine, the massage was a bit heavy.
