Chapter 82

"Go take a shower first," Jiang Ping casually suggested to Zhao Wanqing, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

However, Zhao Wanqing didn't think the same way and couldn't help but frown and ask, "Why do I need to take a shower?"

Jiang Ping, while organizing the glass bottle containing the ointment, said to Zhao Wanqing, "The scar must be kept as clean as possible to fully utilize the ointment's effectiveness. After applying the ointment, it needs to be left on for two days, during which you must not touch water. If you think you can manage it, I don't mind."

It was mid-summer, and a normal person would feel uncomfortable not showering for a day. Zhao Wanqing, who had a bit of a cleanliness obsession, was immediately startled when she heard she couldn't shower for two days. Adding to that, it involved the treatment's effectiveness, so Zhao Wanqing didn't think much and quickly asked Jiang Ping to wait a moment while she went to shower.

Zhao Wanqing stood under the showerhead, completely naked, letting the water flow over her body, focusing on cleaning the scarred area as Jiang Ping had instructed. Although she tried to control her wandering thoughts, the idea of a young man outside the bathroom made her heart feel somewhat strange. It was a mix of shyness, awkwardness, and a bit of unease, a feeling Zhao Wanqing hadn't experienced in a long time.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ping was diligently preparing the ointment in the living room. The ointments, which were prepared separately, needed to be thoroughly mixed before use to fully exert their effects. Otherwise, they would not only be ineffective but could also cause further damage. This step required absolute caution and care.

However, the sound of water from the bathroom distracted Jiang Ping. Just thinking about Zhao Wanqing showering made him feel a stirring of desire, which surprised him.

After all, for Jiang Ping, who had lived two lives, the experience of waiting in the living room or bedroom for a woman to finish showering was very familiar, and it shouldn't have made him so restless. After some consideration, Jiang Ping attributed this to his current age.

After all, Jiang Ping was a high school student, at the age when he was most interested in the opposite sex. In his eighteen years of this life, he had never had intimate contact with a woman and was physiologically a naive young man. Now, with a woman as ripe as a peach showering just a door away, it was normal for Jiang Ping to feel a bit restless.

"Stay calm!" Jiang Ping reminded himself inwardly, trying to focus on mixing the ointment. This step allowed no room for error and had to be perfect.

Jiang Ping poured three different ointments into a large porcelain bowl and stirred them until they mixed into a dark brown paste, emitting a slightly spicy herbal fragrance. Only then did he stop, knowing from his past experience that the ointments were now fully mixed.

Just as Jiang Ping finished mixing the ointment, the bathroom door opened, and Zhao Wanqing slowly walked out in a bathrobe. Her face was still slightly flushed from the shower, and her damp hair hung over her chest, giving her a playful look. The summer bathrobe, of course, was not very thick, faintly outlining Zhao Wanqing's beautiful figure. Her white, straight legs were visible under the hem of the bathrobe, adding to her allure.

Jiang Ping was a bit surprised that Zhao Wanqing had come out in a bathrobe. However, he couldn't deny that her current appearance was very alluring. If it weren't for the scar on her face, even the most picky person would consider Zhao Wanqing an outstanding beauty.

Actually, Zhao Wanqing also felt a bit awkward in her current attire and explained to Jiang Ping in a low voice, "There were no other clothes in the bathroom, so..."

Jiang Ping didn't let Zhao Wanqing continue, interrupting her calmly, "This is best. It will be more convenient for applying the ointment. Sit down, and I'll start applying it to your face."

Seeing Jiang Ping's calm attitude, Zhao Wanqing felt less awkward and formed a better impression of the young man. She nodded lightly and then sat down gracefully in front of Jiang Ping.

To apply the ointment, they naturally had to be very close. As Jiang Ping approached Zhao Wanqing, he caught the scent of her post-shower, which made his heart flutter. To avoid being noticed by Zhao Wanqing, Jiang Ping quickly picked up a pre-prepared medical gauze and wiped away the remaining water droplets on her face.

"You absolutely cannot touch water for the two days the ointment is on, not even a little, so you need to be completely dry," Jiang Ping explained to Zhao Wanqing while carefully wiping away the water droplets from her scar.

Next, of course, was applying the ointment. Jiang Ping used a pre-prepared medical tongue depressor to evenly spread the mixed ointment on the scar on Zhao Wanqing's face. This step had to be done perfectly, covering the entire scar without touching the normal skin, or it would leave a blemish.

So, Jiang Ping was very meticulous, especially when applying the ointment near the edges of the scar, using a toothpick to carefully apply it. He concentrated on applying the ointment, fearing that a single mistake might leave Zhao Wanqing with a regret.

To be honest, when Jiang Ping started applying the ointment, Zhao Wanqing felt a bit awkward. After all, she and Jiang Ping had only met a few times, and he was a much younger man. Having such a "young boy" so close made her feel uncomfortable.

However, seeing Jiang Ping so dedicated to applying the ointment, the awkwardness in Zhao Wanqing's heart disappeared, replaced by deep gratitude and a faint sense of happiness. In her memory, it had been a long time since anyone had cared for her so much. When this feeling of being cared for and valued returned, it added a touch of brightness to Zhao Wanqing's dark mood.

Watching Jiang Ping, who was fully focused on applying the ointment, Zhao Wanqing was suddenly moved by the young man's serious demeanor. At that moment, she almost forgot about Jiang Ping's age and instead saw him as a reliable, mature man. Her beautiful eyes stared directly at Jiang Ping's face, which was close to hers, feeling a strange sensation slowly spreading in her heart.

Jiang Ping didn't notice the change in Zhao Wanqing's expression and was fully focused on applying the ointment. When he finally covered the scar on Zhao Wanqing's cheek with the ointment, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As his focused mind relaxed, Jiang Ping naturally noticed other things. At first, he just glanced down unintentionally but was immediately captivated by the scene before him. His eyes were fixed, unwilling to move away.

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