An Yiqing did not say much more, taking out a white porcelain jar the size of a fist from the most advanced level gift box. She then carefully washed her hands, ready to apply the medicinal cream to Xu Hua.
Xu Hua, upon seeing this, hurriedly reached out to stop her.
"Miss An, I can do it myself, let me do it." The idea of a delicate young girl applying medicine to a grown man like himself, Xu Hua couldn't get past that psychological barrier.
What had been a somewhat serious atmosphere lightened up with his intervention, and everyone laughed involuntarily, their impression of Xu Hua improving further.
If it were any other man with ill intentions, having a stunning beauty like An Yiqing apply medicine for him, he wouldn't have enough time to be pleased, let alone have the heart to refuse.
An Yiqing gave a gentle smile and did not insist, she handed the white porcelain jar to Xu Hua.
"Just apply it normally, about as thick as a coin," she instructed.
