Jiang Xi hadn't expected Rong Nian to come, nor had she expected him to follow the bus instead of driving over.
Only a few hours ago, they had been intimately embraced in sleep, but now they sat on opposite sides of the aisle as if separated by a clear divide.
Jiang Xi had originally planned to rest her eyes after the bus started moving, but she couldn't withstand the mountainous pressure from beside her and closed her eyes right away.
Wu Jia took out a box of Zicao ointment and offered it to Jiang Xi as if presenting a treasure, "Secretary Jiang, I have Zicao ointment. Let me apply it to the mosquito bite on your neck; I guarantee it will go down by the afternoon."
As she spoke, she dabbed some Zicao ointment on Jiang Xi's neck with her fingertip, bringing a cool sensation that made Jiang Xi abruptly open her eyes.
Seeing Wu Jia's innocently naive gaze, Jiang Xi didn't have the heart to tell her it wasn't a mosquito bite.