"no."

"What is that?"

"Stick it to the injured area."

"!!!" Ye Zihan's face flushed red, and then she threw the chopsticks away.

Qin Wushuang caught it accurately, "What are you afraid of? It's not like I haven't seen it before."

"Go away."

"Hahaha!" Qin Wushuang laughed again and turned away.

At the same time, he waved to the back.

"Contact me if you need anything. I'm going back first."

Ye Zihan gave him a displeased look, and after he left, she moved and started eating again.

"Puff!" Ye Zihan laughed out loud, not knowing what he was thinking about. "This stinky scoundrel is disgusting."

Someone once said that the shortcut to a woman's heart is that.

Some things are wonderful and hard to explain. Women are the most magical species in the world, and their psychology is equally difficult to understand.

He had hated Qin Wushuang so much before that he wanted to peel off his skin and pull out his tendons.

Smiling again in the blink of an eye?

What logic?

Two unrelated people are connected by a coincidence and are destined to be entangled in the future.

Is it fate?

In the hospital ward, a woman was rolling on the bed, wailing in agony.

"Doctor, help me, hurry up, give me medicine quickly."

"I can't hold on any longer. Even a painkiller injection would be enough."

The woman was sweating profusely, her face as pale as a paper doll, as white as a ghost, and extremely scary.

"Ms. Wang, the painkiller injection was just given less than half an hour ago. You can't keep using it." The doctor said in embarrassment.