Chapter 87 Kitchen Opera

This was just a minor interlude in the treatment process.

Tang Feng had no way of knowing what Xing Yuqin was thinking inside.

If he had known, he would have definitely comforted her.

There was no communication between them whatsoever.

Xing Yuqin had been lying there all along, her cheeks flushed with red.

The moment Tang Feng picked up her foot, she sneakily lifted her head and quietly watched the little man sitting by the bed.

Tang Feng sat there, carefully cradling her right foot.

Without the slightest disgust, he tenderly massaged it, the fingers of his other hand gently pressing down in the palm of her foot.

A sense of indescribable comfort assaulted her.

She couldn't help but squint her eyes, her entire body tensing up as a result.

It felt so good.

This little man really knew how to press, pressing in such a comfortable way.

But soon enough, a wave of sour pain hit her.

Xing Yuqin couldn't help but frown from the pain.

Ah...