"I... I can do it myself," Qin Long said with a sheepish smile.
"Fine. If you can handle it, that'll save me a lot of trouble," Tang Xuewu said while applying the herbal medicine to Qin Long's right foot. He was deeply moved.
"Does this mean you've grown tired of me after three years?" Tang Xuewu joked with a smile, her delicate hands gently spreading the black herbal paste onto his right leg. To prevent harming his skin, she would first test the paste on her own hand, applying it to his leg only when the temperature felt right.
Watching her sit across from him, her expression serious as she applied the medicine and massaged his meridians, his heart was deeply touched.
