He retrieved the ointment and, after washing his hands in the bathroom, came over to apply it for her. Xu Qinghuan shrank back. Even with the intimacy they’d shared, she flinched as he drew near, the closeness still feeling foreign. “I… I can do it myself! It’s not like it’s somewhere I can’t reach.” She reached for the ointment, but Fu Yanshi held it away, his eyes darkening with a hint of disple