The first step of the massage was to undress.
Hua Manman had to help Prince Zhao undress every day, so she already knew the process by heart.
She deftly removed his clothes, layer by layer.
As Hua Manman knelt down, ready to roll up Prince Zhao's pant leg, he suddenly spoke.
"Just do it like this."
Hua Manman paused.
She frowned. "But the medical texts say it's best not to massage through fabric. Besides, I need to apply the ointment. I can't apply the medicine like this."
Li Ji was dressed only in a set of moon-white inner robes, his long, jet-black hair cascading down his back. His thin lips were pressed into a firm line, and his narrow eyes held a hint of gloom.
He remained silent for a long moment before finally speaking.
"If you're not afraid, then do as you suggest."
'What could be so frightening about simply rolling up a pant leg?'
Only when she rolled up his pant leg and saw the hideous scars on his leg did she finally understand what he meant.
