The ointment is peppermint and it's very cool on the knee.

Jiang mianmianmian was pleasantly surprised to find that the place where the ointment had been applied did not really hurt, and the analgesic effect was almost full marks.

"It's amazing. Fu Jinhan, what kind of ointment did you put on me? Is the analgesic effect so good? "

Jiang mianmianmian lowered his head and looked at his knee. He could not help sighing and looked up at Fu Jinhan.

"Well, the ointment made by Dr. Zhang himself is very effective for traumatic injuries."

Fu chin Han nodded, did not stop the action in his hand, still focused on the bruised part.

His action of applying ointment is very light. His fingers are coated with cold ointment, which is very comfortable.

"No wonder." Jiang mianmianmian nodded, then sighed.

"I thought Dr. Zhang was an ordinary western medicine. I didn't expect that he could even use the ointment for traumatic injuries. Is it too powerful?"

"Well, before he studied medicine, he was a family of traditional Chinese medicine. He was good at traumatic injuries such as falls and injuries." Fu Jin Han nodded.

Jiang mianmianmian listened to his reply and looked up at Fu Jinhan in surprise. Unexpectedly, he knew all the doctors at home so well.

Under such a look, Jiang Mianmian suddenly froze.

Fu Jin Han was half kneeling on the floor, leaning forward, one hand on the sofa, the other hand smearing ointment for her.

His expression was very attentive. His hair grew in front of his forehead and dropped down his face, slightly covering his eyes.

The sunlight came in from the French window on the side, shining on Fu Jin Han's delicate side face, like the most perfect handicraft of God.

So handsome and eager to kiss.

Jiang mianmianmian's mind jumped out of this idea and immediately threw her head off.

When she moved like this, Fu Jin Han's medicated fingers tilted. He calmly looked at her and said, "don't move."

"Well, Fu Jinhan, my knee doesn't hurt any more. Can you get up first? I can do it myself."

Jiang mianmianmian held his knees in his hands and opened his mouth in a voice.

Let Fu Jin Han kneel on the floor to apply medicine for her. Wu Wu Wu, she is guilty.

Jiang mianmianmian's eyes narrowed painfully. He felt as if he had profaned the most perfect art of God. His heart was full of anxiety.

What she is wearing today is a long skirt over the knee. When she moves like this, the skirt immediately turns to one side.

Fu Jin Han only took a look, and then he quickly turned away. A rare blush appeared on his face.

"Fu Jinhan, you, me, I didn't mean to."

Jiang mianmianmian also noticed that her movements were too bold and unconstrained, so she quickly took back her right leg and tried to reach for a pillow to block her in front of her.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed the air——

Jiang mianmianmian quickly looked around, and then very sad to find that the pillow in Fu's house was still in the process of being washed, and there was nothing to block at the moment.

Jiang mianmianmian pressed her skirt tightly and bit her lower lip with her teeth. She was so nervous that she didn't dare to go out.

"It's done."

Just then, Fu Jin Han's cold voice sounded.

Jiang mianmianmian breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Fu Jinhan rising from the ground, he felt as if he had come back to life.

"Hoo, it's finished at last. Eh, Fu Jinhan, where are you going? " While Jiang mianmianmian was relieved, he looked at Fu Jinhan who left in a hurry.

"Wash your hands."

Fu Jin Han dropped this sentence, a trace of suspicious scarlet flashed in his ear, and quickly walked towards the bathroom.