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"Mhm," Fu Yunshen replied indifferently, "it has a long shelf life, don't worry, it hasn't expired."
Ying Zijin put the round box into her own pocket without saying a word.
She had also made a similar medicinal cream before, and it was quite a hassle.
Generally speaking, if one hadn't suffered multiple fatal injuries, such as liver penetration or clavicle fractures, there would be no need for this type of cream.
Thinking of this, Ying Zijin looked up and gazed thoughtfully at the man's chest area.
She had observed his arms and seen no scars.
However, the location of the arms was not usually where one would receive fatal injuries.
Her gaze was direct, and Fu Yunshen, who always had sharp senses, could not possibly fail to notice.
His peach-shaped eyes curved up as he smiled, "Little friend, why are you staring at me again?"
"Oh," Ying Zijin withdrew her gaze, "because you look good."
"..."
Okay, she's learned to respond to his banter now.
