Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come For a Hug

Lu Chen sat at the table and took out the medicine in the box.

It is probably thanks to her that he was supposed to supervise the person who drank his medicine, but now he has no intention of supervising him.

Do you want her to supervise it?

The medicine was still steaming, and the cold after the water had dropped was already driven away by the brazier in the house.

He didn't feel cold, but the delicate little girl was afraid that she couldn't stand it.

Stick the back of the hand on the medicine bowl, not hot, just the temperature of the mouth.

Yun Fan has already felt the heat at this moment. It was originally summer. Even if the night is cooler, the room is still hot.

When I was wearing wet clothes before, it was really cold.

Now the body temperature is up, there is a brazier burning in the room, her face is a little hot, and there is some light sweat on her cheeks and nose.

Holding the clothes, she saw the purse hanging around the waist of the clothes, and then remembered the sweet-scented osmanthus cake inside.

She fell into the water and her clothes were wet. Then this sweet-scented osmanthus cake...

Yun Fan opened his purse with a fluke. Sure enough, although the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was not melted so severely, it was already soft on the outside, and some debris was stuck inside the purse.

Well, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake that I was thinking about is gone.

She suddenly felt a bit decadent, and when she turned her head to look at Lu Chen, she found that he was holding the medicine bowl firmly in one hand.

His fingers are slender and white, but they are not as good-looking as those of the older masters. There is a cocoon on the knuckles, which only appears when working all the year round.

Yun Fanfan looked down at his white and tender hands again, and he could imagine what six-year-old Lu Chen had experienced so far.

She lived for a long, long time, and many memories were gradually blurred, but in her only remaining memory, she had not experienced the bitterness that Lu Chen experienced.

Maybe I did, but I don’t remember.

So she only felt sorry for Lu Chen.

Yun Fan felt that his face could be thicker.

She carried her purse, sat opposite Lu Chen, and placed the purse in her hand on the table.

Lu Chen took the medicine and took a look at her.

His eyes were not very friendly, as if asking why she was still here.

Yun asked broadly, "What kind of medicine are you?"

Lu Chen didn't want to answer at first, but seeing her curious appearance, it was inevitable that he wanted to laugh a little.

These little girls raised in deep boudoirs don't care about world affairs and know nothing.

I want to know everything.

"Cure wind and cold."

Yun licked his lips, and asked, "That...is it bitter?"

Lu Chen changed his previously indifferent attitude, narrowed his eyes, and asked her softly, "You want to know?"

He gently pushed the medicine bowl toward her.

The intensity was just right, even though the medicine was already flush with the mouth of the bowl, it didn't sway out at all because of his movements.

"You can taste it," he said.

Lu Chen's eyes were a little hot, and he knew that medicine was bitter.

But she was not afraid of hardship, she just wanted to taste what Lu Chen was drinking.

Since Lu Chen allowed it, she should be able to drink it.

Yun Fan picked up the bowl, she couldn't do that as steady as Lu Chen, so she could only be cautious, for fear of spilling the medicine.

Before drinking, Lu Chen suddenly saw her purse on the table.

Pinch it and look at it, the purse is half dry, and it's swollen inside. Before he asks, Yun Fanfan has solved his confusion in advance.

"It was originally filled with sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which is delicious, but it can't be eaten in case of water, otherwise, I can give you a taste."