Su Nanzhi, upon hearing these words, instinctively stepped back.
Jiang Beiyu was annoyed by her movement, "What's the matter? I give you medicine, and you still despise it?"
Su Nanzhi looked up at the face that was quite similar to Jiang Yu's and hesitated, "It's not that I despise it... it's just that you are a teacher, and my boss, how can I let you apply medicine on me?"
Jiang Beiyu responded, "You realize now that I'm your boss, but when you called me earlier to act as a tool, why didn't you think of that?"
Su Nanzhi: "..."
That was quite a statement.
Jiang Beiyu didn't care what she was thinking. He held a tube of green ointment, squeezed some onto his fingertip, "Don't move around, if it hurts your wound later, or if I apply it into your mouth, it won't be my responsibility."
A flick of complexity that was hardly noticeable flashed across Su Nanzhi's eyes, but she eventually did not dodge.
It was just applying medicine, after all.
