Chapter 474
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Cheng Qingchong swallowed the rest of her sentence. She stared at Su Zhinian with hesitation. She wanted to persuade him, but she didn't dare do so, so she stood where she was.
Su Zhinian rubbed his palms together to warm up the oil. When he was about to rub it on Song Qingchun's ankle, he noticed Cheng Qingchong was still standing there, so he slowly raised his eyes to look at her.
It was a very short look, and it didn't stay on Cheng Qingchong's face for long before he turned away. However, Cheng Qingchong could feel the warning in that gaze. Chills ran down her spine, and the thought disappeared instantly. She dashed out of the room.
When she closed the door, Cheng Qingchong heard Su Zhinian's soft voice say, "It might hurt when you rub it, but bear with it. You'll feel much better after it's done."
His voice was as soft as it could be, as if he was afraid that he would scare the person in front of him if his voice was too loud.
Cheng Qingchong turned around unconsciously to look at the scene in the room through the closing door.
Miss Song was still expressionless, not even glancing at Su Zhinian. However, the arrogant Big Boss didn't show any signs of anger or annoyance. In fact, he held her ankle in his palms and started to massage it gently and tenderly.
Many years ago, she knew this man who was like a god to her heart had a woman in his heart.
Even though all she wanted was for him to be happy, whenever she saw him being so kind to his woman, disappointment would surface in her heart.
Cheng Qingchong squeezed her palms together to force the pain to maintain the perfect smile on her face. She walked step by step toward the elevator in her high heels.
After Cheng Qingchong left, the room became even quieter and emptier.
Su Zhinian's palms were warm, and the amount of force he used was just right. Every ounce of force was too much, and every ounce of force was too little.
Halfway through the massage, Song Qingchun pulled her gaze back from the window to fall on Su Zhinian.
The whole room was filled with the scent of safflower oil.
He lowered his head, his large palms holding her slender white ankles, his face serious and focused.
Her eyelashes trembled as she watched the scene unfold before her. Her hands, which were resting on the chair, secretly grabbed the hem of her dress and clenched it tightly.
After Su Zhinian finished massaging Song Qingchun's ankle, he did not hurry to get up. He knelt on one knee before her and raised his head slightly to ask gently, "Are you feeling better?"
Song Qingchun still did not say anything, but her eyes started to redden.
Even though Su Zhinian's skin was touching Song Qingchun's, Song Qingchun was not thinking about anything else. However, there was a wave of sadness rolling in her chest. When Su Zhinian saw the redness in her eyes, he started to panic. "What's wrong? Is your ankle still hurting? "
She still didn't speak, but tears started to rise from the bottom of her eyes.
Su Zhinian's back was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. He thought about it and assumed that he had accidentally hurt her. "Did I use too much force? Did I hurt you? "
As soon as his voice fell, a tear rolled down from her eyes and landed on the back of his hand.
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