He obediently bent down, and then his petite wife smeared the slick ointment evenly across his lips. The ointment was fruit-flavored.
Liang Haoming pursed his lips, then licked them, was it sweet?
His eyes blinked, then he stared intently at the small porcelain jar in his wife's hands.
Dong Huiying felt like laughing, "This isn't for eating, it's for applying on your lips, though... even if you do eat it, it's not a problem, after all, I made it from fruit myself when I was in the Golden Triangle."
After that, she took out another, larger white porcelain jar and scooped out a large dollop of creamy ointment, then applied it to the man's face, neck, and hands—any skin that was exposed, she covered with some.
Liang Haoming lifted his hand and smelled it. This time it wasn't sweet because it had a herbal fragrance, not a sweet one.
"What's this good stuff?" Hong Xiangjun also came over to ask.
