Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (122)

Qiao Ruoxi smiled awkwardly. "Mr. Feng, you can give me the ointment. I will recover soon."

"Cut the crap. Sit tight."

Feng Yunan began to apply the ointment carefully.

His movements were extremely gentle, as if he was an artist meticulously cleaning his most satisfactory masterpiece.

Qiao Ruoxi could see the man's handsome and perfect features, as well as his focused and deep eyes.

She had to admit that Feng Yunan was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

Other than his overbearing and unapproachable bad temper, he was actually very charming. If it weren't for the previous disputes, she might have been like the other female colleagues in the flagship store and couldn't help but fall in love with him.

His gentle actions and eyes made her feel at a loss.

Perhaps she was still used to his cold and fierce look. Perhaps she was born with masochism.

She was not used to his sudden kindness.

"Are you done?"