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After Lu Zhen applied the ointment, she was about to put down her rolled-up pants when Song Jia walked up to her and took the ointment from her hand. He said helplessly, "That's not how you use it."

Before Lu Zhen could react, Song Jia squatted in front of her and rolled up her pants that were about to fall. Then, he wiped the ointment off Lu Zhen's knee with a tissue. After doing this, he took out a suitable amount of ointment again and placed it in his palm.

After the ointment melted in his palm, he gently pressed his palm on Lu Zhen's knee and massaged it gently.

Lu Zhen's mind went blank. The warmth of the man's palm passed through her skin and into her body, like hot water flowing into her body. Her face turned red.

How could he…? Lu Zhen's breathing was a little rapid. She gritted her teeth tightly and restrained her itchy throat from making any sound.