Ming Ge's ankle was held in the man's palm, the warm and mellow touch making her unconsciously shrink back.
"Don't move."
Gong Yeyan raised his eyes, casting her a fleeting glance before rolling up his sleeve to reveal a delicate wristwatch on his right hand, pouring medicated wine onto his palm. A pungent aroma spread through the air.
Ming Ge wrinkled her nose, "It stinks, don't you have something like Yunnan Baiyao?"
"Fussy."
Gong Yeyan slightly curled his lips, his voice thin as he let out two words, and though his ink-painted eyebrows were drawn with a trace of a smile.
He hadn't said anything, yet she was the one finding fault with the smell.
Of course, there was the spray-type medicine, but it definitely didn't work as well as the medicated wine brewed using ancient methods by Uncle Chen for treating sprains and injuries.
Gong Yeyan spoke indifferently, "If you want to wear your high heels sooner, using medicated wine will heal it faster."
