Shuyin couldn't argue with Jing Rui and could only let him apply the medicine for her.
In fact, Jing Rui had applied medicine for her every day, but Shuyin would feel her face turn red and her heart beat faster every time, so he had asked the servant to help her apply the ointment in advance.
Jing Rui's hands were long, strong, and hot. Every time his fingers pressed and touched her fingers, she had an indescribable feeling.
She thought that Jing Rui was playing with her hand on purpose and suspected that he had a hand fetish. But he did not look like a beast, judging from his serious and cold face.
She made a comparison and found that even the maids were not as careful as Jing Rui or as time-consuming as him when applying the ointment.
Shuyin was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, while Jing Rui was sitting by the bed, applying medicine for her.
The way he lowered his head was so handsome that it was hard to resist!
