At this moment, Qin Yang's eyes were covered with a black cloth, unable to see the scene before him.
In the room, only the starlight from outside spilled in.
On the ice bed, the Seventh Princess's breath was somewhat erratic.
"Seventh Princess, I shall begin."
In the room, Qin Yang waited for a while until the Seventh Princess's breath became calm, then said.
"Mmm."
The Seventh Princess let out a barely audible soft hum.
Under the black cloth, Qin Yang nodded slightly, then, reaching into the storage bag with his right hand, the jade bottle filled with Ice and Snow Cold Relief Ointment appeared in his hand.
Qin Yang flicked his fingertips, and a ball of ice-cold ointment materialized between his fingers.
Swoosh!
Qin Yang's fingertips swept over the Seventh Princess's fingers, and then her palm, her arm.
The cool, ice-cold ointment followed Qin Yang's fingertips, applied to the fiery blisters on the Seventh Princess's skin.
