Chu Zhiyi was speechless, "Didn't you have me sit on the ground when you helped me apply medicine before?"
"This isn't applying medicine." Yan Jingting grabbed her arm, "Sit on the bed."
Chu Zhiyi complied and sat beside him.
Yan Jingting wrapped her hair in a towel and patiently wiped the water off.
Chu Zhiyi looked down at her own hands, feeling somewhat awkward being tended to by a man, especially with her hair.
Moreover, that man was Yan Jingting.
It was said that he could generate profits of over ten billion in just one hour of work.
If he spent half an hour on her, wouldn't that be five billion gone?
Chu Zhiyi was shocked by her own thoughts and took a sharp breath.
"What are you thinking about?"
The man behind her asked.
His body was very warm, and even with some distance between them, Chu Zhiyi could feel his commanding presence.
Chu Zhiyi replied nervously, "I suddenly realized that I did something beyond my capacity."
Yan Jingting was quite curious, "Oh?"