Shen Lu naturally didn't know that Mu Shaoci actually didn't want her to get burned again, and that's why he had said what he did, so she just felt that he was unapproachable.
Mu Shaoci looked at her pouting her lips, applying the ointment with particularly slow movements, and he got a bit anxious.
He pulled the woman's shoulders towards him, resting her legs on his own, took the ointment, and squeezed it onto his fingertips, spreading it evenly over the red spots.
Shen Lu had never been so close to a man before, and she felt somewhat shy.
A tingling itch spread throughout her body, and she felt her face get especially hot.
She said with some embarrassment, "President Mu, what are you..."
Mu Shaoci showed a look of disgust. Frowning, he said, "How stupid, even applying an ointment you're dawdling. Any slower and the wound will have healed on its own."
Shen Lu's lips twitched. Could this man not speak without mocking her?
