Ning Mengmeng shuddered. Ah!
She couldn't be like this anymore. It was so embarrassing!
She quickly put down her dress and snatched the ointment from his hand. She did not dare to look at the man in front of her and got off the bed.
"That... I can do it myself!"
After saying that, she rushed to the bathroom and closed the door without caring about the man's reaction.
Ning Mengmeng leaned against the bathroom door alone, her left hand behind her waist, still holding the ointment tightly.
She closed her eyes and placed her right hand on her heart. She could feel the thumping of her heart. The redness on her face had not subsided even now.
When she was flirting with him previously, she was excited and not shy. When she saw the man's deep eyes, she was a little proud.
But now…
This wasn't even for real, and she was already so cowardly.
Ning Mengmeng could not help but take a deep breath.
