Because Qi Chimu faltered, he lay down on the bed after seeing the doctor.
Because there was no one to wait on, he didn't say a word, so he just lay there.
The medicine was placed without being boiled.
The doctor ordered people to apply hot compresses.
Bai Weiwei sneered, "Yo, I'm really unhappy with retribution. I made you toss and lose your waist."
Qi Cheeky Chi Mu looked at her lightly and said, "At least it makes your legs weak."
Bai Weiwei's face turned red, she had never seen such a shameless man.
She gritted her teeth and said, "You wait for me."
After speaking, she picked up the medicine bag and turned to leave.
Seeing Bai Weiwei's childish appearance, Qi Chimu thought she was going to throw all his medicine away.
So he had no idea and continued to close his eyes and rest.
He knew how to recover from such a minor sprain.
It's okay to not take medicine or apply heat, it's just more uncomfortable.
This discomfort was nothing to him at all.
Compared with flashing the waist, the dignity of a man...
Qi Chimu sighed, still have to exercise.
One hundred useless is a scholar, even if he sits in Zaisuke in the future, it will be of no use.
Qi Chimu was lying on his stomach, only to realize that the time was too long.
Why hasn't she come back
Qi Chimu's face was gloomy, and he didn't want to leave while he was lying on his stomach.
She came here, but he was actually dead-pulling her.
Maybe she felt bored looking at him every day, so she decided to go back.
The more Qi Chimu thought about it, the darker his face became.
Then he gave a grim smile, it was better to run away, and when he recovered and caught her back, he would have a better reason to clean up her.
Don't you like plum trees
Bai Weiwei had already rushed in, her face was covered with black marks from the charcoal fire, and she was holding a medicine bowl in her hand.
"I'm burnt to death, burnt to death, burnt to death."
She held a medicine bowl, quickly put it on the table, and immediately blew her palm.
Qi Chimu rarely stared at her blankly.
But seeing Bai Weiwei glaring at him fiercely, "Whatever you look at, it's all your fault, drive away all the people who serve me, and make me suffer."
This is too squeamish to say.
But it is so natural.
Qi Chimu's throat was a little blocked, and his lips and tongue became astringent.
"You give me medicine?"
Bai Weiwei said coldly, "Stop putting gold on your face, I have no one to serve, if you keep lying on your stomach, who will clean the house and burn the charcoal fire, I don't know, don't think that you have flashed your waist. You can be lazy."
This is obviously so arrogant and selfish.
But it sounded coquettish.
Like a sweet cake, it could penetrate the tip of his tongue and come to his heart, making his eyebrows and eyes feel at ease.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability is 60.]
He couldn't help showing a smile, but for fear that she would see his true emotions, he quickly sipped.
When the medicine was warm, Bai Weiwei was reluctant to hand him the medicine bowl.
"Drink yourself."
Qi Chimu didn't dislike it either, holding the medicine in one hand when he wanted to drink it.
Seeing the narrow smile in Bai Weiwei's eyes, it seemed that something was in it.
His heart sank, and the sweet emotions he had previously dissipated.
He suddenly remembered that cup of poisonous tea in his previous life.
Seeing him hesitate, Bai Weiwei said, "Why, I'm afraid I will poison you."
Qi Chimu looked at her in silence for a while, then said with a half-smiling smile, "I poisoned me, who will clean the house, who will wash your feet, and give you a bath..."