Hua Manman rolled up her sleeves and washed her hands before scooping out a bit of the Broken Jade Ointnt.
She lted the ointnt with the warmth of her palms, then applied it to Prince Zhao’s legs.
Recalling the massage techniques she had read about in dical books, she began to slowly knead his legs.
With each movent, the ointnt was spread evenly, lting into the skin and being absorbed by his legs.
Her hands were fair and delicate, her fingers slender and soft. Each nail was trimd into a cute, rounded shape, gleaming with a faint pink luster. They were like flawless, masterwork porcelain, a stark contrast to his scar-covered legs.
Li Ji gazed down at the scene, feeling the strange illusion that his scars were tainting her.
Hua Manman repeated the process.
She only stopped when Prince Zhao’s legs had beco slightly flushed.
Massage really was physical labor. After just a short while, fine beads of sweat had appeared on the tip of her nose, and her cheeks were flushed.
She looked like a freshly stead bun—white, soft, and letting off little puffs of heat.
"Co here," Li Ji said.
Hua Manman drew closer. "What is your command, my Prince?"
Li Ji raised his right hand and wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose with his sleeve.
Hua Manman never imagined Prince Zhao had such a gentle, tender side. She froze in place.
A smile touched Li Ji’s lips as he looked at her dumbfounded expression.
Just then, he heard Hua Manman’s voice in his mind—
’So the Great Demon King can be gentle, too.’
Li Ji raised an eyebrow. So, in her heart, he was the Great Demon King.
Hua Manman bent down, pulled his pant legs back down, and helped him lie down comfortably in bed.
"My Prince, please get so rest. I’m going to take a bath."
She had already bathed earlier, but all that work had made her sweat again. On such a hot day, the thought of going to sleep slling of sweat was simply unbearable.
Li Ji turned his head and watched her leave.
It was a while before Hua Manman returned.
Thinking Prince Zhao was already asleep and afraid of waking him, she didn’t dare light a lamp. She tiptoed through the darkness, only to accidentally bump into a table. The pain caused her to suck in a sharp breath.
’Agh! That hurts!’
Prince Zhao’s voice ca from behind the screen.
"What’s wrong?"
Enduring the pain, Hua Manman said, "It’s nothing. I just bumped into the table. I’m sorry, I woke you."
Li Ji sat up and lit the candle by the bedside.
"Co here. Let see."
Clutching her side, Hua Manman said, "It’s fine, my Prince. Please go back to sleep."
Li Ji’s voice grew stern. "Co here. Don’t make say it again."
His tone was terrifying.
Her scalp prickled. Not daring to say another word, she obediently walked around the screen and to the side of the bed.
Li Ji told her to move the hand she was pressing against her side.
Hua Manman obediently complied.
Li Ji lifted the hem of her garnt, revealing a patch of fair, delicate skin.
On that expanse of snow-white skin was a stark, ugly bruise. It looked quite nasty.
Hua Manman glanced down and couldn’t help but click her tongue.
She hadn’t realized she’d hit it that hard.
"Bring the dicinal oil," Li Ji ordered.
Hua Manman retrieved a bottle of dicinal oil from the drawer with the dical supplies and handed it to Prince Zhao.
Li Ji poured the oil into his palm, rubbed his hands together to warm it, then placed them over her side.
Hua Manman flinched involuntarily.
"Don’t move," Li Ji chided in a low voice.
Hua Manman was beyond tears.
’I don’t want to move either, but my body won’t listen!’
From his years of martial arts practice, Li Ji’s palms were calloused.
When his palm grazed her waist, the feeling was exquisitely agonizing!
The sensation was so intense, Hua Manman felt as if she would ascend to the heavens at any mont.
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