The man ignored her and continued walking.
They went back to his car.
Mo Yesi rolled up the window, opened a tube of medicine, and carefully applied it on her face.
"Ouch." His actions were gentle enough, but Qiao Mianmian still frowned in pain.
Mo Yesi immediately stopped and asked nervously, "Did I hurt you?"
"Thankfully, it doesn't hurt so much now."
The moment the ointment was applied, it hurt a little. But soon, Qiao Mianmian felt that her face was cold and the pain eased a lot.
"Then, I'll continue?"
"Mm."
Mo Yesi picked up the cotton swab and continued to wipe the red and swollen areas on her face. He was even more gentle and careful with his actions.
It was as if he was treating a precious gem.
His eyes were full of love.
After applying the ointment, he cupped her face again and said, "The swelling should subside tomorrow. I'll do it again before you sleep."
