"The doctor has checked, there's not much of a problem with your hand. Lucky the tea wasn't too hot, it'd be a shame if such a pretty hand got scarred."
Zhang Yang sat in the chair, flexing his hand.
He took the ointment from Xu Yue's hand.
"Thanks for tonight, I'll handle the rest myself!"
Xu Yue sat beside him, looked up at the night sky, and made an expression of regret.
"Is this something you're going to use and then toss away!"
"No." Zhang Yang answered without thinking. "Men and women shouldn't touch, there's no reason for you to apply medicine for me."
Men and women shouldn't touch! Shouldn't touch!
"You probably didn't think of that when helping that lady earlier, right!"
Xu Yue brought up Weiyi.
Zhang Yang's breath grew a bit heavier.
