"Mr. Mo..." Qin Youxue cautiously called out.
"What's wrong?"
"From now on, I'll handle the ointment myself…" Qin Youxue looked at his expression and said softly, "You don't have to trouble yourself."
"Do you even know how?" Mo Hexuan glanced at her with disdain. "Do you think your skills are better than mine?"
"......" Qin Youxue was speechless.
This guy… is just so… so full of himself, isn't he...
She was at a loss for words.
Mo Hexuan seemed extremely confident in his bandaging skills.
Not only did he flat-out reject Qin Youxue's idea of being self-sufficient, but he also unilaterally took on the task of applying ointment to her foot from now on.
He tossed the clothes on the sofa to her and said, "Hurry up and put them on."
