This girl often talks nonsense, and Qin Yinze doesn't take it to heart, but only thinks about the injury on her hand: "stretch your hands, don't move."

Ji Rou stretched out her hand obediently without moving, but she couldn't stop her mouth: "Qin Yinze, let me ask you, what kind of woman do you like?"

Qin Yinze applied ointment to her seriously: "what do you say?"