When Yun Shuang saw the golden sore medicine and cotton cloth in his hand, she realized that she had misunderstood him.
She suppressed her embarrassment and said calmly, "It's just a small injury. There's no need to treat it."
Jiang Guanchao frowned at her. "Are you like this in the Hundred Flowers Palace?"
Of course, that was not the case. Just because she was not afraid of being injured did not mean that she would not treat her injuries afterward.
But if she didn't say that, how could she hide the awkwardness just now?
It was as if in her eyes, he could only come to her for one thing—to detoxify her.
"Yeah."
Yun Shuang replied perfunctorily.
Jiang Guanchao sat down on the stool beside her and placed the ointment on the table. He unfolded the clean cotton cloth and said, "You're not Cheng Xin. Don't learn everything."
Yun Shuang was stunned for a moment before realizing what he was referring to.
