"If you put it like that, it does make some sense."
"Ah... why is it so cold?"
As Dazhuang applied the ointment I had brought to her breasts, Miss Zhao shuddered and couldn't help but cry out in surprise.
"Master Dazhuang, what is this thing you've put on me?"
"This is an ointment I made using more than a dozen Chinese herbs. It can relieve pain and help wounds heal quickly. Don't worry, it'll get better soon."
"Really?"
Upon hearing this, Miss Zhao instantly got excited.
Dazhuang didn't elaborate further; instead, he continued to apply the ointment, and soon Miss Zhao's pink breasts were covered in a green layer, which looked quite aesthetically pleasing.
Next, Dazhuang had her continue to lie down, extended his hands, held one breast with each, and then began to knead them again.
"Master Dazhuang, it still hurts a bit. Could you be a bit gentler, please?"
