Lifuzhen was very well-maintained.
Jiang Xu meant everything.
He couldn't help but recall an ancient saying, "Originally, there is no path in the world, but as people walk, paths are made."
He lay on a five-meter-wide bed, browsing short videos.
Lifuzhen went to the bathroom to freshen up.
When she came out, she walked cautiously.
Occasionally, she would frown.
Although she had taken quite a few precautions and preparations in advance, she still sustained some minor injuries.
She turned over and lay beside Jiang Xu, her feet facing his face, and said, "There's medicine in the nightstand, help me apply it."
Jiang Xu replied, "No, I feel it's a bit dirty."
"You jerk." Lifuzhen gritted her teeth, "Didn't you mind the dirt just now?"
She was almost driven mad by this scum of a man.
"Just kidding." Jiang Xu put down his phone, picked up the ointment, and applied it to her wounds.
Lifuzhen was well-maintained and looked pretty, so it wasn't nauseating at all.
