Chapter 120: What Medicine Did You Buy?

Merchants are never at a loss.

That man, he all but took her apart.

Jiayi gave a silent, bitter smile. She could only rest for a moment before cleaning up again. Her gaze shifted, landing on the bedside table.

On the table was a small white bottle that looked like a medicine bottle, with a note pressed underneath it.

She picked it up; the handwriting on the note was strong and vigorous, with strokes as fluid as flying dragons and dancing snakes—it was the man's writing.

Just three short words, but they made her face heat up instantly, flushing red!

"Apply it there."

She knew exactly where "there" was. Calming herself down, she unscrewed the bottle, and a refreshing scent of ointment wafted out.

It was the same scent that had been on her body just before.

Suddenly, she understood. Before she had woken up, that man had already—applied—the—ointment—to—that—place—himself!