C218 A Perfect Match

The soft touch made Ye Mingchen's eyes darken. He gently rubbed the ointment on his burnt arm.

Bai Youyou's eyelashes trembled slightly, but it did not hurt. The ointment rubbed on the wound was cool and comfortable, and it reduced a lot of pain. Ye Mingchen's face was right in front of her. She looked at his face and saw his delicate facial features