Tong Lu was about to go crazy. This was the first time she had learned that a loose tongue could cause trouble.
She smiled obsequiously. little uncle, you're not coy at all. Really. But you have a fever. If you're sick, take your medicine quickly.
Leng Yejin narrowed his deep and dangerous eyes. Oh, I have a fever. How many times do you think I need to take the medicine this time? "
Tong Lu rolled her eyes. three or four pills? hurry up and take the medicine. We can't do anything reckless anymore, really, Huahua.
"So you wanted three or four times."
Tong Lu came to her senses and shouted, " "I didn't mean it that way. I'm not your fever medicine!"
The man didn't listen at all and insisted, " "Wrong! Baby, you're my medicine, the medicine to cure my boredom!"
no, it's really not. Little uncle, don't play with me ...