Frivolous?

"Then be gentle… It hurts, it hurts so much…" Yu Youyao's face turned pale. Bean-sized sweat kept rolling down her forehead, and she let out a painful whimper.

It was too painful.

Hearing her hoarse voice, which was trembling in pain, and her turbid cries, Yin Huaixi subconsciously held his breath and slowed down. "It'll hurt a little more at first, but it'll ease a lot later. Bear with it a little longer, and I'll be fine soon."

In fact, the massage had to be done for half an hour to achieve the best effect.

"It hurts too much. No, no, no." Yu Youyao fell onto the cloak, her body trembling and cowering uncontrollably. She couldn't help but cry bitterly. Her broken voice had a mellow trembling sound, and a sobbing sound came from her throat. "No, it hurts. I don't want you to massage me. Let go quickly, sob…"