Jiang Youzhi, not hearing any disdain from Yun Jiao, felt a sense of relief, and for a moment, all his senses were focused on the skin of his thigh. He only felt that wherever her palm touched was warm, soft, and slippery, seemingly carrying an indescribable fragrance.
A vague thought arose in his mind: if only those hands could linger on his leg a little longer.
Yun Jiao, unaware of Jiang Youzhi's thoughts, carefully touched his leg bone, feeling it back and forth several times.
Jiang Youzhi's heart rose and fell along with her hand movements.
After finishing her examination, Yun Jiao smiled with delight, "Luckily, the bone didn't grow crooked."
Jiang Youzhi's dreamy thoughts were finally brought back. He whispered, "Does that mean I won't be limping?"
Yun Jiao, while re-binding his splint, shook her head, "It's too early to say anything now. Just because it's not crooked now doesn't mean it won't be later. Anyway, nothing can be certain until the bone is fully healed."
