Yasmin glanced at Michael and saw him looking at her in confusion. Her heart softened and she turned to walk in front of Michael. Looking at the small medicine bottle in his hand, she said softly,
"Is this the ointment you concocted yourself?"
Michael nodded and replied, "Yes! With my massage techniques, this ointment is absolutely—"
"I don't need a massage. Just give me the ointment."
Yasmin interrupted him. "I can't take advantage of you. How much is this ointment? Tell me, I'll pay you back."
Michael frowned. What was going on? Yasmin had clearly agreed on this matter, so why did she suddenly change her divination?
Furthermore, she felt as if Yasmin had suddenly become more distant than before. She even wanted to return the money to him. It was as if she was anxious to sever ties with him and was afraid of being misunderstood!
"You don't need to pay for the medicine. The ointment really needs special massage techniques to achieve the best effect!" Michael emphasized.