In Chen Ming's room.
That night Bei Yau finally managed to persuade Chen Ming, though desperately, he was finally able to persuade him so that he could treat his sprained leg. Bei Yau's face was as bright as the sun's rays which had been sinking for a while couldn't stop smiling as his big and strong hands very carefully rubbed the ointment on Chen Ming's reddened ankles. While the prince sat on his bed with two hands behind his back supporting his body.
He was still very annoyed with the very stubborn bodyguard.
"Can you not keep smiling like a fool, seeing that makes my stomach churn," Chen Ming said curtly.
Bei Yau immediately retracted his lips, trying to suppress a smile, he nodded.
"Please forgive this servant, Your Majesty, how about I put on a blanket to cover my head, so Your Majesty doesn't have to look at my face which makes Your Majesty's stomach queasy"
