"Why are you avoiding me when I'm watching you like this?" Yu Xiuzhun saw her resisting and got irritated.
"Don't move around. I won't eat you." Yu Xiuzhun growled, stood up, walked over to the cabinet, and rummaged out a jar of ointment from the bedside drawer.
He lifted the lid, and the rich herbal smell assaulted her nostrils instantly.
Ye Mingmei's body stiffened; she looked at the item in his hand with a touch of panic, her voice trembling, "What is this?"
Staying by Yu Xiuzhun's side, the scares had been all too frequent.
Ye Mingmei had reached a point where she kept her nerves constantly on edge; his every move frightened her.
"This is a top-grade medicine that money can't easily buy. It can heal a bone-deep wound within half a month. Using it on your bruise is honestly a waste."
Yu Xiuzhun snorted coldly but showed no sign of pity as he gouged out a large chunk and applied it to the bruise on Ye Mingmei's hand, spreading it evenly.
