Tong Sanlang "..."
"Your hands have calluses, which really don't match your face," Qiao Xiaomai said. She pulled Tong Sanlang to sit down, took out a tube of hand cream from her space bag, opened it, squeezed some onto his hand, and slowly rubbed it in.
The gentle fragrance wafted around, Tong Sanlang sniffed gently, "It smells good."
"Really?" Qiao Xiaomai laughed proudly, "I also think it smells good, but it doesn't remove calluses."
The original owner's hands were rather rough, but after days of care, they had improved a lot.
However, this hand cream was only for moisturizing and could not help with the calluses on Tong Sanlang's hands.
Recalling some women from other worlds who produced facial masks and cosmetics, she regretfully said, "It's a pity I don't know about cosmetics. If I did, I could use Spiritual Spring water from my space bag to make some. I'm sure the effect would be outstanding."
"Those noble ladies would definitely scramble for them," she said.