C677 Heartache

Wait until he puts down his pants. Unknowingly, a bottle of ointment had already appeared in Fu Qingruan's hands.

"Spread your legs." Fu Qingruan sat on the side of the bed and used her fingertips to pick out a paste, smearing it onto her already red and swollen inner part of her thigh. The ointment was green, and once it was applied with ice, the burning pain was soon gone