Chen Wanru applied it somewhat carelessly. Su Chen frowned slightly, feeling a bit displeased, and stepped forward, picking up the ointment that Chen Wanru had casually thrown on the table.
Su Chen squeezed some milky white ointment onto his fingertips. With his free hand, he cupped Chen Wanru's head and raised his finger to touch her skin. Perhaps his pressure was a bit heavy, for it caused Chen Wanru to tremble slightly in pain. Su Chen's expression remained cold and seemingly unaffected, though the pressure of his fingers lightened considerably.
Chen Wanru stood barefoot in front of Su Chen, appearing even shorter. She was unusually quiet, allowing Su Chen to spread the ointment thickly all over her face.
After finishing applying the ointment, Su Chen realized that the usually difficult Chen Wanru was surprisingly compliant, and he felt somewhat strange about it. He lowered his head to look at Chen Wanru, meeting her gaze.
