"Mmmm!"
Qin Yu took the ointment and walked over to Yan Mingyu's side.
From this angle, he could see her tall, proud nose and her charming, cherry-like mouth forming a lovely curve.
A few buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of her fair décolletage.
This is his own wife, after all!
After his heart fluttered for a moment, Qin Yu steadied his mind, scooped out some of the ointment with his finger, and gently applied it to the burn on Yan Mingyu's skin.
Perhaps it was because he was so close, Qin Yu's bright and shiny gaze made her feel somewhat unnatural.
She had no choice but to slowly close her eyes to avoid the awkwardness.
"Director Yan, how did you get burned?"
Qin Yu tried to start a conversation. Otherwise, he feared he might not be able to resist leaning in to kiss Yan Mingyu's moist and bewitching lips.
"Mmm... learning to make breakfast!"
Yan Mingyu's red lips parted slightly, her pretty face blushing a little, seemingly embarrassed.
"For whom?"