Hu Yihui was trapped in a web of complex conspiracy theories, feeling that his path forward was completely obscured and his mind tangled like a ball of yarn. With the current tense situation, he had no time at all to worry about his appearance. Finally, unable to bear Xu Hongbo's noise—whose voice sounded like a hundred thousand frogs croaking due to days without water—Hu Yihui weakly waved at Ji Zhou and said, "Help him out."
Only then did Ji Zhou leisurely take a bottle of glowing, lustrous ointment from her bosom. About the size of a fingernail, she gently unscrewed the cap, and a subtle fragrance rushed over them, resembling a lotus pond on a rainy morning—not overly strong, but deeply refreshing.
She picked up a tiny bit with her fingernail and flicked it backward. The ointment expanded and grew in size, forming a transparent film out of thin air that wrapped snugly around Xu Hongbo from head to toe.
Chapter 189