Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 253

He brought over the medicine bowl again: "Okay, okay, can I drink it?"

The wall of the bowl is warm, and the taste of traditional Chinese medicine is very strange, with a bit of sourness in the bitterness, which is extremely unpalatable.

He did some mental training for himself before he took a sip slowly.

She really didn't have the courage to drink it all up.

Sang Bi gently urged her: "Miss, drink faster, it will feel more bitter."

He wrinkled her little face again, obediently took a big sip, the sour taste filled her mouth, and she burst into tears.

Sang Bi coaxed her helplessly: "Miss, hold on for a while, and eat some candied fruit later."

He sighed again, and continued to hesitate while holding the bowl.

Yan Huai always stood quietly on the side, and would often put his eyes on He You, and then look away in a blink of an eye.

He looked at him again, then at the medicine bowl in his hand.

She whispered softly: "Ah Huai, come here."

Yan Huai paused, and walked over obediently.

He raised the small spoon dipped in the medicinal juice again, coaxing with a smile.

"Ah Huai, do you want to try this?"

The boy looked up at her in a daze.

Isn't it hard to drink?
He rolled his eyes again: "It's super nasty, so do you want to try it?"

She continued to exaggerate the facts: "There is nothing worse than this in the world. Aren't you curious about its taste?"

Sangbi the Wooden Man: ... just very speechless.

Her lady is really good at playing.

The young man blinked lightly, he glanced at the smiling He You, pursed his lips, and bent over obediently.

Yan Huai took a small sip, then frowned the next moment, his eyelashes trembling.

He couldn't help but laugh again, she put the spoon into her mouth, and frowned with Yan Huai.

This is called having fun in suffering, and sharing difficulties is the right thing to do.

"Super hard to drink, right?"

She shook her body, her tongue was bitter.

Yan Huai looked at the small spoon in her mouth, lowered his eyes slightly, and his hidden tail was about to move, but he held back.

After finally getting through this hurdle, He lay lazily on the soft bed.

Seeing that she was bored, Sangbi gave her advice.

"Miss, do you want to embroider?"

He You: ...

No, she refuses.

Sangbi thought about it again: "How about I find some scripts for you?"

This is interesting!

He sat up again: "What kind?"

Sangbi chuckled: "What do you want?"

He thought about it again: "Is there the kind that shocks the world?"

Sangbi: ...Is it the shocking thing she thought?

She insisted: "No."

Sang Bi was extremely helpless: "Some street novels are about wit and beauty. Do you want to read it?"

At any rate, if you have a passion, at least it is much better than landscape travel notes.

She lay back down again: "OK."

He was comfortable lying down by himself, but seeing Yan Huai standing all the time felt a little uncomfortable.

She waved at Yan Huai: "Don't stand like that all the time, you're too far away from me."

He blinked again: "You are my bodyguard, so you have to protect me all the time."

She smiled: "So, let's get closer."

He moved all the pillows that took up space on the soft bed aside, and she patted the empty space.

"Sit here."

The boy obediently did his job at the position she designated, and the next moment a small head slipped into his arms.

He rested his head in Yan Huai's arms again, skillfully finding the most comfortable position for himself.

Yan Huai's body was stiff, he blinked in a daze, put a light weight on his legs, and lifted his arms weakly, a little at a loss.

He lay down on his own again, and sighed contentedly.

Two small silver ears suddenly appeared between the smooth long hair, shaking slightly, the young man lowered his eyes slightly, and silently pressed them back.

He had a calm expression on his face, but powder had already crawled behind his ears.

Sangbi who came back with the book: ...

Meditate on "I am a wooden man" a hundred times.

(End of this chapter)