Ointment?
Song Shiyu would never use such a useless ointment.
Ye Zhuo was really shameless.
He actually used the excuse of delivering the ointment to approach song Shiyu.
Did he really think that song Shiyu would spare her a second glance?
Song Chenyu was just about to reject when a slender arm came over from behind song Chenyu and took the ointment from ye Zhuo. His voice was slightly lowered as he said, “Thank you.”
Song Chenyu raised his head and looked at song Shiyu in disbelief.
She thought that song Shiyu would directly ignore ye Zao.
She did not expect that song Shiyu would actually accept it.
“Don’t say that.”Ye Zao’s red lips parted slightly. “The injury on your face was caused by me. I should be responsible for it.”
Song Shiyu smiled and said, “My skin is rough and my flesh is thick. Actually, it’s nothing. I’ll be fine after one night.”
