Chapter 330
Shen Wuyong: How vulgar.
"Sister, it's okay for you to take a bath in poisonous water. Ordinary doctors can't cure you. They have to give you a cow's dose to have some effect."
Shen Wuyong was still patient. He picked her up and threw her onto the bed with a bang.
It didn't hurt much, but that didn't stop Shen Jiao from sobbing under the quilt with a look of despair on her face.
The groaning noises were accompanied by a wave of grief and indignation. "Shen Wuyong, I'm going to sue you! You're so ungrateful and abandon me after you've had sex with me. If it weren't for you, would I be like this now?"
Shen Wuyong thought she was so sick that she was insane.
"Give me your hand, I'll take your pulse."
"You~?" Shen Jiao's questioning tone was as if he was saying - I might as well die than ask you to treat me.
Shen Wuyong: "If you don't need it, I won't care."
An arm stretched out from under the quilt, and Shen Wuyong's cold fingertips pressed on Shen Jiao's slightly hot skin. After looking at her for a long time, he said, "Don't worry, you won't die."
Then he tucked his arms back into the quilt.
Shen Jiao knew at a glance that he had no intention of prescribing medicine for her. He didn't even bother to write a fake prescription. He patted her and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, just sleep. You won't feel uncomfortable when you fall asleep."
Shen Jiao had to have another choice. She curled up and lay quietly for a long time, then suddenly threw off the quilt, climbed up, pulled Shen Wuyong's cloak, and vomited all over him.
Shen Wuyong: ...
His face turned pale and he said, "Sister, this is too disgusting!!"
"I'm a patient and it's hard for me to control myself. I wanted to throw up in the pool."
Shen Jiao didn't make trouble with him. She couldn't see a doctor when she was sick, so she had to ask her poisonous brother to see her. Just based on this reason, she was entitled to do anything, even spit on his head!
However, Shen Jiao was not that crazy and was still very restrained. After all, if he really angered Shen Wuyong, he would be the one who would suffer.
Even so, Shen Wuyong was still very angry. He tore off his cloak and threw it on the ground, veins popping out on his forehead as he said:
"Sister, do you think your illness is a life-or-death gift?"
"Well, well, you better hope you never get better!"
When Shen Jiao heard this, she knew he was up to no good and immediately felt aggrieved: "Shen Wuyong, are you still a human being? You actually treat a patient with such low standards. Am I not your most beloved sister? Do you have other sisters outside?"
"Sister, what you said is really funny. Even if I had a brother outside, he wouldn't be so arrogant as to spit on me."
"You are slandering me with all your might. When did you become one with the cloak?"
Shen Jiao stretched out her fingers and poked his hands, his face, and his forehead, saying:
"This is your body, this is your body, this is your body, and this, and this..."
Shen Jiao pulled at his clothes and the cloth tied around his arm and said,
"This is just the skin you wear to meet people. It's hard to go out without wearing it. When did it become your body?"
She asked with her face almost touching his, so she inevitably leaned a little closer. When Shen Jiao came to her senses, she put one hand on his leg and the other on his shoulder.
When she poked his forehead, Shen Wuyong leaned back. Now, his hands were around her waist, and he looked hesitant and conflicted as he said, "Then... according to my sister, I shouldn't wear this leather suit."
Shen Jiao: ...
"That's not necessary," she quietly retreated, saying calmly, "It's a pity that you talk like a dead duck. My mouth tastes like bitter bile. Otherwise, I would have thought we were flirting with each other."
"Isn't it?" Shen Wuyong said disapprovingly, "Sister, are you so bold as to not take responsibility for what you did?"
"Why shouldn't I be so afraid?!" Shen Jiao couldn't bear to hear this and tossed her hair uncomfortably, "We are siblings after all."
"She's not my biological child, are you afraid that our parents will find out?"
If Shen Wuyong hadn't said this, Shen Jiao could still pretend to be reserved, but when he said this... Shen Jiao suddenly felt -
"Wouldn't it be more fun if they knew?"
Shen Jiao was extremely happy when she thought about how furious their unruly and useless daughter had provoked their loyal and useful godson. Besides, she felt really uncomfortable... Doing something else was also a good way to get rid of the pain.
Two people who had no feelings for each other looked at each other and hit it off immediately.
Shen Wuyong took out a jug of wine from the secret compartment, drank most of it, and handed it to her. After seeing Shen Jiao rinse her mouth, he asked, "Sister, you don't want to vomit now, right?"
Shen Jiao: "It's okay, but you have to hurry up."
"It's still up there..."
"superior."
As soon as Shen Jiao finished speaking, Shen Wuyong turned her face and kissed her. It was really fast, so fast that he only touched her briefly and then separated from her immediately.
Before Shen Jiao could feel anything, she saw his eyes darken and he looked at her with moving eyes. He pursed his thin purple lips and kissed her even harder.
He has a problem with his perception, so his movements are inevitably rough, which makes people feel particularly profound...
Shen Jiao was not a very patient person, and she loved to hold grudges and even more so to seek revenge. She left him with several teeth marks and scratches, and even bit his lips.
The consequence of their mischief was that the bed collapsed, and the two of them lay silently in the ruins. Shen Jiao's wet black hair and Shen Wuyong's blue hair were entangled together, making them look very affectionate.
It’s a pity... as the owners of the hair, these two people don’t know much about romance.
One of them, digging up an old score, scoffed, "Sister, with your physical strength, you still think others are like 'children'? There's a truly magnificent man out there, but I'm afraid you can't handle it, right?"
One of them sneered, "Brother, there's no need to save face like this. You're just a kid. I'm just not that excited about you. Otherwise, how could you have the mouth to speak now?"
"Really?"
Shen Wuyong sat up and gave her a sly smile.
Shen Jiao looked at him with a stubborn look on her face: "What else?"
Shen Wuyong found a medicine bottle and threw it to her.
Shen Jiao: ...
If she guessed correctly, this thing couldn't cure typhoid.
Shen Jiao grabbed it and threw it back into his arms like a hot potato: "Who are you slandering?"
Does she, Shen Jiao, the little girl who is strong enough to lift a tripod, look like someone who needs this kind of thing?
"Sister, you don't want to eat? Then I will eat it."
He just opened the bottle and poured a handful into his mouth.
A handful...
A handful?
A handful?!
Shen Jiao was first in disbelief, then in disbelief and doubt, and finally in disbelief and doubt mixed with shock.
She grabbed the pillow and smashed it on his head.
"Shen Wuyong, are you crazy? I'm a patient!"
"Sister, you're full of energy and you were sweating just now. I think you're fine, or...sister...is not okay?"
He frowned, as if expressing pure doubt.
Shen Jiao said solemnly:
"Brother, provocation is something three-year-olds play with. I'm a mature person, so I'll just take the medicine."
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