Beichen Rui put the phone back in his pocket and, without waiting for her to react, pulled her over to the sofa to sit down.
Then he took out a first aid kit from under the table, found some burn ointment, and was about to apply it for her.
Ye Xinluo quickly refused, "President, I can do it myself." She reached out to take the ointment from his hand.
Beichen Rui raised his hand, avoiding her motion. Without saying a word, he grabbed her hand and applied the ointment to her arm.
Ye Xinluo furrowed her eyebrows. The pain on her arm lessened a little thanks to the ointment.
The cool ointment felt comfortable on the burn. After squeezing out a bit, Beichen Rui spread it evenly with his hand, "Bear with it."
He spoke in a light tone. His hand movements became gentler.
This wasn't the first time he'd applied ointment for Ye Xinluo. On a business trip to Hai City, this woman got burned by a bowl of soup.
