"I don't need this anymore!" Just thinking about that scene made her extremely resistant and rejecting.
Shang Hexing was about to twist open the cap, but seeing Wen Zhi's strong resistance, he coaxed her, "I'll apply it quickly."
"No." Wen Zhi shook her head.
Shang Hexing couldn't help but chuckle, "Without it, inflammation can't be reduced."
Wen Zhi, somewhat stifled, turned her head away, "It's all your fault."
"Yes, indeed my fault." He placed the ointment in her palm, "My fault for being too forceful."
"..."
Her face burning, she snatched the ointment from his hand, "I'll do it myself, you go out."
"Can you handle it yourself?" Shang Hexing asked, concerned.
"I certainly can," she said.
Compared to Wen Zhi's shyness, Shang Hexing appeared more composed, "Wen Zhi, I can personally do anything for you, you don't have to feel any psychological burden or worry, because we are now in the closest relationship."
Wen Zhi could certainly feel his sincerity.
