"So, how does it feel? Do your legs feel sore?" Chen Yiran sat beside her with a smile, reached out to touch her head, and asked with concern.
"Not sour yet..." Tianxin looked pitifully at Chen Yiran, and said weakly, "But I guess it's going to start feeling sore by tomorrow... Ahhh! How can my second day in France be so miserable!!"
"I'll rub it for you, and it will be better." Chen Yiran couldn't help but shake his head with a laugh, then his long hand lifted Tianxin's slender calf onto his own leg, and his fingers gently massaged her calf, inch by inch, slowly.
"Ouch... be gentle..." Tianxin just felt a hot and painful sensation sweeping over her calf.
"Like this?" Chen Yiran lightened his strength and asked in a low voice.
"Mmm..." Tianxin comfortably laid on the bed, feeling the warmth of his palm and the pressure of his fingertips gliding across her tired calves all day, a feeling refreshing as the spring breeze.
