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Hu Jing did not resist and obediently lay down.

Her right ankle was still burning with pain, but seeing Cheng Sheng squatting beside her feet, gently pinching her ankle with his fingers, a sweet feeling inexplicably welled up in her heart.

No, she couldn't fall for him. She was getting married next year, and Cheng Sheng was Zeng Li's boyfriend. She had to suppress this unwanted feeling.

Hu Jing's feet are fair and tender, with round and cute toes. Her feet are small and delicate, truly a pair of jade feet.

As Cheng Sheng examined her ankle, he explained, "I used to receive massages from an old Chinese medicine doctor back in my hometown. You can't directly press the injured area after spraining your ankle, but I can massage the surrounding acupoints to stimulate the affected area and help relieve your pain."

As he spoke, he gently placed his hands on Hu Jing's feet and began to massage them tenderly.

He wasn't lying. When he was a teenager, his grandfather was hospitalized and needed frequent massages to soothe his body. So he learned the skill from an old Chinese medicine doctor at the hospital and massaged his grandfather whenever he had free time.

Although his grandfather has passed away and hasn't given massages in a long time, he still remembers those techniques perfectly.

His fingers were nimble and strong, pressing precisely on the acupoints on Hu Jing's feet, sometimes gently kneading, sometimes lightly pressing, his movements skillful and gentle.

At first, perhaps because I hadn't practiced for a long time, my technique was a bit rusty, but before long, I regained my old feel for it, and every movement was just right.

Hu Jing, who had been wincing in pain from her sprained ankle, gradually felt a soothing warmth in her foot as Cheng Sheng massaged it, and the pain subsided considerably. She couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief, a relaxed expression appearing on her face.

"Hmm...it's actually quite comfortable." Hu Jing blushed and teased, "Cheng Sheng, if you opened a massage parlor, I would definitely go there every day."

Cheng Sheng smiled slightly, but didn't reply. He continued to massage her with focus, his gaze fixed on her feet, his expression serious and attentive.

A warm current slowly spread from her feet to her whole body, and Hu Jing's originally tense body gradually relaxed. At the same time, an indescribable flutter of emotion quietly welled up in her heart.

The feet are one of the most sensitive parts of the human body, covered with nerve endings. Cheng Sheng's fingers gently slid and pressed on her feet. Every movement seemed to pluck at her heartstrings and activate the blood and energy in her whole body.

Hu Jing's heart was beating faster and faster, and the blush on her cheeks was getting stronger. With her blood surging, she couldn't control her thoughts and started to have wild thoughts. She even unconsciously replaced Zeng Li in the images in her mind last night with herself.

Just thinking about those images made her face turn bright red, and even her ears felt burning hot.

Cheng Sheng, however, seemed oblivious to her odd behavior and continued massaging her with perfect precision, his fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure.

A woman's feet have always been a private part of her body, usually hidden under shoes and socks, rarely seen by others, and precisely because of this, they are exceptionally sensitive. Consider the story in *Water Margin*: when Ximen Qing crawled under the table to pick up chopsticks, he took the opportunity to pinch Pan Jinlian's foot. That gentle pinch stirred ripples in Pan Jinlian's previously calm heart, and she fell in love. And in Jin Yong's *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, in the dungeon of Green Willow Manor, Zhang Wuji, forced by circumstances, used his fingers to stimulate acupoints on Zhao Min's feet. That one touch instantly softened the heart of the proud and stubborn Zhao Min, and from then on, she was inseparable from Zhang Wuji.

At this moment, Hu Jing's initial irritation from her sprained ankle had been dispelled by the touch of Cheng Sheng's fingertips, replaced by a strange thrill.

She couldn't help but steal a glance at Cheng Sheng, who was squatting at her feet. He had his head slightly lowered, and the wisps of hair on his forehead swayed gently with the massage. His lips were tightly pursed beneath his high nose, and his expression was focused and serious. That seriousness made her heart even more flustered.

Hu Jing's heart skipped a beat. Her gaze fell on Cheng Sheng's focused profile, and her heart jumped—Cheng Sheng was really handsome. His looks were in no way inferior to those carefully packaged young idols in the entertainment industry. On the contrary, he had a more rugged and composed quality that young idols lacked. The heroic spirit between his brows and eyes made her heart flutter.

Cheng Sheng's aura remained intense, like a blazing fire, passionate and flamboyant, making her feel hot all over, even her breath became warm.

At this moment, his large hands were still gently pressing on her feet, his fingertips seemingly carrying magic. The warm force spread upwards from her toes, penetrating her skin and reaching every corner of her body, making her blood boil.

Her pretty face, which had been pale from the pain of her sprained ankle, was now as red as a ripe Fuji apple, with even her neck flushed with a fine blush.

"How could this be... this feeling..." Hu Jing felt a surge of panic, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

She was about to get married and was engaged. She shouldn't have such feelings for another man. This uncontrollable heartbeat made her feel a strange sense of betrayal, both guilty and flustered.

She instinctively wanted to pull her foot back, to end this unsettling touch, but deep down she craved this rare comfort and the warmth of his fingertips. For a moment, she was caught in a dilemma, frozen there helplessly.

Fortunately, the place was remote and the morning mist had not completely dissipated. No one was passing by. Otherwise, if someone had seen her like this, she would probably have been so ashamed that she would have wanted to crawl into a hole and never dared to face anyone again.

Hu Jing took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in her heart, and said softly with a flushed face, "Cheng Sheng, I... my foot is much better, please stop massaging it. Let's go back as soon as possible! Otherwise, when Da Lizi wakes up and can't see us, she will definitely be worried."

She deliberately brought up Zeng Li, as if to save face for herself, or as if to remind herself that Cheng Sheng was Zeng Li's boyfriend and that she couldn't cross the line.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Sheng slowly stopped what he was doing, picked up the sneakers beside him, and carefully helped Hu Jing put them on, his movements so gentle that he was afraid of hurting her.

Then, he stood up, reached out his large hand, and gently grasped Hu Jingxiang's soft and smooth little hand—the touch was so delicate and soft that his fingertips paused slightly, and then he gently pulled her up from the stone bench.

He looked at her with a smile, his eyes filled with tenderness: "Sister Jing, try walking a few steps and see if your foot is really much better."

Hu Jing nodded, tentatively lifted her foot, and slowly took a few steps. A look of surprise instantly appeared on her face—the pain from her sprained ankle had lessened considerably, and she could actually walk normally. The slight swelling in her ankle had miraculously subsided, and there was no discomfort at all. (End of Chapter)