Xia Micheng’s long fluffy lashes lowered silently. She was a bit upset and a bit angry. What did he mean by that?
The white porcelain jade cream was indeed effective. She applied it once in the morning and one more time at night. By the third day, all the scars on her body had faded, restored to the silken fair skin it used to be.
She sniffed at the cream's contents; it was custom made using precious medicinal ingredients. By the looks of it, it was most probably made by that sleepy head.
That man and Shuang Shuang were both dark horses in this pharmacy.
She didn't dare to return to Orchid Garden for the past three days, for she wanted to wait for the scars on her body to fade away first. But now that three days had passed, Lu Yuzhen did not even attempt to contact her.
She was a bit worried. Could he fall asleep without her by his side?