When Chuxia's fingers touched Shi Che, she could distinctly feel his body jerk. His dark pupils suddenly widened, the light within them deep and pressing, shooting straight at her, making Chuxia's heart tremble fiercely and her fingers involuntarily contract. However, unlike usual when his gaze made her want to flee, she took a breath, lowered her eyes, and avoided his stare. Nevertheless, her fingers resolutely pressed on Shi Che's temples with just the right amount of force, neither too light nor too heavy, gradually easing the stabbing pain.
Chuxia might have looked away, but she could still feel Shi Che's gaze fixed on her, making her scalp tingle and her throat dry. She tried her best to control herself, to ignore his stare and focus solely on the massage. As long as Shi Che didn't push her away, she would persist in massaging him.
