Jiang Wanzhuang's face changed slightly. She was about to refute Ning Chen—how could she possibly let Ning Chen rub that kind of private place at a time like this? But then she realized she had misunderstood.
Ning Chen was simply holding her hand, gently massaging her palm. A warm current seemed to flow from her hand, coursing through her entire body and spreading everywhere.
And then, all her physical discomfort vanished.
Chapter 122