Placing the small pile of things on the coffee table in front of Bo Jinghang, Qin Yiren took out the instructions and read them carefully.
It seemed that Chu Xinian had quite a good alcohol tolerance and hardly drank in her presence, leaving her at a loss on how to care for a drunken friend.
Bo Jinghang picked up one of the medicinal patches and looked at it, "Hmm... do I stick it on my forehead?"
"It seems to be stuck on the temples."
From a distance of about ten centimeters, Qin Yiren sat on the sofa next to him, picked up another patch, opened it, and took out two small round blue pieces.
Glancing at Bo Jinghang, who was feeling dizzy, she hesitated for a moment, "There's no mirror here, should I help you stick them on?"
"Mm."
Bo Jinghang nodded slightly, seamlessly closing his eyes.
The next instant, her soft fingertips touched his temple, wiping away the water droplets from his hair with a tissue, and carefully sticking the two small round patches in place.
