Zhang Zhiyan, upon hearing this, gently bit her alluring red lips, completely stunned!
That place of hers had only ever been touched by her husband; besides him, no other man had ever laid a finger on it.
Now, she had to allow this man, at least a decade her junior, to continuously massage her there. The mere thought of it filled her with shame!
After all, she was a traditional woman, always believing that her body was only for her husband's eyes, which is why she always dressed conservatively.
But she thought of how she had been tormented by this damned illness for such a long time, and now it seemed they had finally found the source of the problem.
Although the treatment method sounded unreliable, even extremely humiliating, how would she know it didn't work without trying it?
With this in mind, Zhang Zhiyan's face returned to calmness, and she spoke seriously: "In that case, go ahead and try it."
