Hua Manman rolled up her sleeves and washed her hands before scooping out a bit of the Broken Jade Ointment.
She melted the ointment with the warmth of her palms, then applied it to Prince Zhao's legs.
Recalling the massage techniques she had read about in medical books, she began to slowly knead his legs.
With each movement, the ointment was spread evenly, melting into the skin and being absorbed by his legs.
Her hands were fair and delicate, her fingers slender and soft. Each nail was trimmed 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 become slightly flushed.
