Yu Lingqian completely ignored her protest, directly lifting her into the Bentley.
Without a doubt, the two of them instantly became the center of attention in the mall.
Mu Anran's protest was invalid, she could only shrink into an ostrich, hiding in his embrace.
In the back seat of the Bentley Mulsanne, Mu Anran lifted her skirt and deftly pulled out some ointment from her bag, starting to apply it to her knees.
Seeing this, Yu Lingqian's expression cooled, "Do you always carry these medicines with you?"
Mu Anran nodded, "Yeah, my skin has been delicate since I was young, lightly touching it often leaves scars."
Suddenly, the ointment was snatched from her hand, "Don't move."
Mu Anran stiffened in her seat, feeling Yu Lingqian's warm hands touching her knees.
His handsome profile was nearly perfect, making her breath catch slightly.
The man glanced at her, "Relax, I am applying the medicine for you."
