Chen Jing has just mentioned giving him a set of keys and now quietly retreated. What does all this imply?
Yan Han was by no means a fool. He understood her intentions well enough.
The corner of his lips curled up into a slight smile as he bent back down, holding the medicine box, and took out a spray to relieve bruising. He removed the lid and sprayed it onto the swollen area on Zhu Qianying's thigh.
The sudden chill made Zhu Qianying let out a low hiss. She looked down at her thigh and then at the spray in Yan Han's hand.
"Oh, the mischief you're causing!
His tone, however, had no reprimanding innuendo.
Her grievance from when the door was opened seemed to have dissipated.
Her temper seemed to come and go quickly.
"Yes, it was all my doing!" said Yan Han, his words having a double meaning.
He extended his long fingers and gently pressed and rubbed the swollen area.
Zhu Qianying stared at his fingers moving, thinking about something.
