Shi Yang tilted her head, bent down to kiss her on the mouth. Only when she stopped struggling, did he mischievously say, "The manual says I need to apply it evenly inside for better effect..."
You liar!
The phrase flashed in Zhao Meimei's mind, and her vision became a complete blur of dizziness, unable to think about anything...
The last thing Shi Yang did that day was meticulously clean Zhao Meimei up and reapply the ointment, spreading a thick layer.
Zhao Meimei whimpered to Shi Yang, acting spoiled: "Brother, now I understand what they mean by ice and fire coexisting!"
Shi Yang was closing the cap of the ointment tube, and when he heard this, he burst into laughter, his hand shaking so much that the cap fell to the floor. He searched for it for a long time before picking it up.
