"What's wrong with you?" Although the woman in bed could not see the expression under Zhao Bin's mask, she felt the surprise of Zhao Bin when she saw her face, which would lead to the fall of the essential oil bottle in her hand.

"Nothing, see you think of a friend."

Zhao Bin smiled, stooped to pick up the essential oil bottle on the ground, took it in his hand and began to smear it.

"Is it?"

The woman on the bed could not help expressing some nervousness, and looking at Zhao Bin, her eyes were full of vigilance, and her body slightly retreated.

"Don't worry, I don't know you....