Chapitre 62: Getting the Ointment

His voice was smooth, like flowing water. It was as if he was whispering sweet nothings by her ear.

His voice was so much better than Su Lingche's.

Gu Qingjiu felt a little disconcerted.

Perhaps it was because of the hatred she had for Su Lingche. But no matter how she compared, Su Lingche could never be on par with the man in front of her.

He really couldn't compare!

How blinded was she that she thought Su Lingche and Doctor Nan were similar?

Hearing Nan Yingxuan's words, the corners of Gu Qingjiu's lips curled up, revealing a youthful smile. "Yes, Doctor Nan. I wish to ask for an ointment that the seniors' claim is effective for sore muscles from training. Can I ask for some?"

Gu Qingjiu was after all still at a young age of eighteen.

With cheeks still carrying traces of baby fat, her smile had an innocent charm to it.

But her eyes had a stark difference to that smile—it was dull.