"...In the past, all the ointments I've tried tasted bitter and smelled terrible." QingWu spoke with a calm expression, showing no trace of dishonesty.
Xiao Chenyuan didn't notice anything unusual. Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, he responded with a simple hum.
But QingWu had her eyes fixed on the ointment. Before he could take it back, she snatched it from him.
"This ointment is sweet and delicious. Did you specially make it for that clumsy kid?"
Xiao Chenyuan replied with another hum, seemingly unbothered by her opportunistic behavior.
Hearing that, QingWu inwardly huffed. Why would you have this sweet ointment now, but back then you deliberately used that unbearably bitter one on me? Were you messing with me on purpose?
"I bet that clumsy kid must've really liked this ointment!"
"I wouldn't know."
"Hmm?"
"I didn't get the chance to give it to her…"
