"It hurts, it hurts! Ouch, be gentle, be gentle!" Shen Ning gasped from the pain and put a snow-white right foot on Mo Chuan's knee.
She pulled her legs back hard, but Mo Chuan grabbed her feet and wouldn't let go.
"Now you know it hurts? Why didn't you say a word when we were at the racecourse?" Mo Chuan rolled his eyes at her angrily, holding a bottle of bruise and blood-stasis removing ointment in his hand, and was applying pressure on her ankle to activate blood circulation.
Shen Ning's ankle was swollen like a big swollen bun. She was so painful that she almost burst into tears, but she said with a nonchalant expression: "Why should I say anything? Even if my leg is broken, that man won't like it." He glanced at me and wouldn't say a word for me. Why should I show my bloody wound in front of him, but he said in exchange: This wound is really ugly. Don't show it to others if it's so ugly."
Xiao Ru was originally in tears, but when she heard her self-deprecating words, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
But she only laughed twice before she felt so sad that she wanted to cry again. She felt even more uncomfortable than before.
"That bastard prince deserves to die! Miss, I really should go with you today. If I go, miss, you won't be hurt." She wiped her tears and lay beside Shen Ning's legs, looking more and more... Heartbroken, with a cry in her voice.
"Silly girl, you just say stupid things," Shen Ning smiled and rubbed Xiao Ru's hair, "Okay, I'm fine, you go and have a rest."
Xiaoru shook his head: "I will stay here with the eldest lady."
"You're not a doctor. My feet won't heal any faster if I stay here. Go to bed and be obedient." Shen Ning dismissed Xiao Ru with a coaxing tone and turned to look at Mo Chuan.
"Xiao Hei, you should go to bed too. Give me the bruise and I'll just rub it in myself."
Mo Chuan didn't answer.
Without raising his head, he continued the movement of his hands. His right palm completely covered her ankle, secretly using his internal energy to send a soft inner breath to the palm of his hand to dissolve the power of the medicine for her.
Shen Ning sighed comfortably, feeling as if her right foot was soaked in a pool of warm water, and the warm feeling spread to all her limbs.
"Xiao Hei, your massage skills are really good. If you don't want to be an assassin anymore, you can switch to being a masseur. Maybe you can make more money than you can by killing people."
Shen Ning yawned and said in a daze.
The corner of Mo Chuan's mouth twitched, and he continued to massage her as if nothing had happened, without making a sound.
"To be honest, Xiao Hei, I thought you were going to kill him today." Shen Ning closed her eyes, and the scenes on the racecourse began to appear in her mind.
Mo Chuan said calmly: "No."
After a pause, he added, "Because he didn't pay."
"Pfft!" Shen Ning couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud. She opened her eyes and looked at Mo Chuan funny.
"You mean, you want to kill him and you want him to pay you?"
"Of course, although I sometimes kill people for free, I never kill people like him for free." Mo Chuan answered seriously.
Shen Ning smiled. She felt that this Mo Chuan was not only mysterious, but also very interesting. He was not like a cold piece of wood when she first met him.
Thinking of the scene where he saved her today, her heart suddenly warmed.
"Ahem, Xiaohei, are you seriously injured?" She looked at him worriedly. He was wearing a human skin mask on his face, and it was hard to tell what his face was like, but his eyes were full of energy.
"It's alright." He said calmly.
"Okay?" Shen Ning looked at him in disbelief.