Admiral, your young master has run away

If you ask Silver, what does a sugar-coated tablet taste like?

Silver would answer no.

But if you ask Silver, what does a tablet without sugar coating taste like?

Nacivir knew it all too well.

A small tablet fell on the tongue and quickly melted, the bitter taste permeated the entire taste buds, and the bitter water slid down the throat again, as if the whole body was bitter.

This process is obviously only a moment, but Xi Weier feels that it is particularly long.

He held the wrist of Qi Chuzhi's hand that was pressing on his lips, and gently pulled it away. Before he could spit out the pill, the glass was against his lips.

Xi Weier resignedly closed his eyes, drank water and washed down the pills.

It has to be said that Dr. Fang observed very carefully, and Xi Weier really didn't like taking medicine.

As for the reason, it can be traced back to the first time that Xi Weier fell ill when he was two years old.

Most parents are afraid that their children will not like to take medicine, so they will buy pills coated with thick sugar, and coax their children to say that they are sugar cubes that can be eaten with water.Often the medicine enters the stomach before the sugar coating melts.

But at that time, it happened that Xavier's mother fell ill with him, and when the mother fed Xavier the medicine, she mistakenly took her own medicine and fed it as Xavier's medicine.

For children, nasty things will be imprinted in their minds, and they will subconsciously avoid them when they grow up.

This was the case with Xi Weier, the pain of the medicine was so deep-rooted that he could not blink his eyes when facing the deep and visible wound, but he used all kinds of tricks when dealing with a small pill.

"Bitter." Xi Weier drooped his eyelids, leaning against Qi Chuzhi's arms, his whole body drooping.

Qi Chuzhi tried his best to wrap his arms around Xi Weier's waist. There was distress in his eyes but more interest. "I still don't believe Doctor Fang said you are afraid of taking medicine. It turns out that Xi Weier is really afraid of taking medicine."

Xi Weier knew that Dr. Fang would say that, he raised his left eyelid and stared at Qi Chuzhi, then pulled it back.

The majesty of this glance is not there, but it has the smell of a sick cat acting like a spoiled child, which made Qi Chuzhi's heart drop softly.

He suddenly felt that he who just forced Xi Weier to take medicine was like a scumbag in a TV series who forced Asians to have abortions.

"Sylvie, don't be unhappy. It's my fault. I shouldn't force you to take medicine."

Qi Chu's chin rested on the top of Xi Weier's hair, rubbing it lightly, his already soft voice softened a bit, and Xi Weier's downcast eyes were stained with ferocious desire by grandma's delicate voice.

"Hmph." The nasal voice was low, and Xi Weier cooperated very well, pretending to be angry and ignoring others.

"Okay, okay, kiss me, don't be angry, okay?" Qi Chuzhi saw that Xi Weier lost his temper, the corners of his lips pulled up unconsciously, and he coaxed his little wife more gently.

Qi Chuzhi remembered that Xi Weier liked to kiss him very much, so he quickly leaned over Xi Weier's side face and kissed "muamua" loudly twice.

"Now, don't be angry, okay?" Qi Chuzhi hugged Xi Weier's waist, and shook Xi Weier.

"..." Xi Weier followed Qi Chuzhi with a blank expression. He didn't feel it before, but now he really thinks that Qi Chuzhi's strength is really a problem.

"A kiss on the face can't coax me well."

Qi Chuzhi understood what Xi Weier meant in an instant, seeing that Xi Weier had put forward the conditions that could be coaxed, he didn't need to think about it, and smiled silently with the corners of his lips curled up happily.

One of the hands clasped around his waist reached the back of Xi Weier's head, and Qi Chuzhi lowered his head and pressed a domineering kiss on the thin lips.

Qi Chuzhi is a novice, arrogant and rude, but he feels very good about himself, as if he enjoys being able to take the lead.

Xi Weier's downcast eyes were full of helplessness, and he pampered Qi Chuzhi to do whatever he wanted.

But gradually he found that Qi Chuzhi's little paws started to become unruly, even crossing the red line of the bandage on his lower back, eager to try downwards.

Qi Chuzhi tasted the bitter taste, so bitter that he almost burst into tears.This time he finally realized why Xi Weier didn't like to take medicine, and he didn't like it if it was him!

But the weak Xi Weier was so rare that Qi Chuzhi began to swell up, and a small flame ignited in his heart.

Suddenly, Qi Chuzhi withdrew his hand as if an electric shock had passed.

The eyeballs rolled under the eyelids twice, Qi Chuzhi felt itchy in his heart, couldn't hold it back, and stretched out his evil little claws again.

This time, there was no such good luck.

The wrist was suddenly clasped, and the slight pain caused Qi Chuzhi to mumble an indistinct syllable.

Eyelids lifted, facing a pair of dark green eyes.

The expression floating in the green sea was something Qi Chuzhi had just seen before, and he suddenly felt a pain in his back, and he struggled to end this bitter kiss.

"Well, it's time to go to bed. Doctor Fang said, sleep well if you have a fever." Qi Chuzhi let go of Xi Weier's waist, moved his butt to the side, and wanted to put the man in his arms back on the bed.

But Xiweier was still holding one of Qi Chuzhi's wrists, and he didn't intend to let go.He raised one eyebrow, showing a sinister expression, "Chu Chu, aren't you a little courageous?"

Of course, Qi Chuzhi knew that Xi Weier was referring to the thing that he just crossed the line, and he laughed awkwardly, "I can't help it, I can't help it. However, the hand feels really good, and the muscles are well trained, better than me."

Qi Chuyi accidentally recalled that elasticity, rubbed his fingertips subconsciously, and jealousy flashed across his eyes.

His own was so soft that he didn't touch his head, but Xi Weier was very flexible, it's really unfair.

Xi Weier laughed angrily directly. Using skillful force in his hands, he turned over and trapped the young man with jealous eyes bright as stars in his arms. "I prefer softness."

"Hmph! I don't like it!" Qi Chuzhi pushed Xi Weier's shoulder, "Quickly lie on your back, and be careful of the wound on your back opening."

"Don't worry, I'm in control of my body."

Xi Weier really didn't take this little injury on his body seriously, the most urgent thing is to teach the children who are not good to be good, remember not to touch places that shouldn't be touched, and don't have thoughts that shouldn't be had.

"Chu Chu, the night is still long, let's review the homework just now, shall we?" Xi Weier's eyes reflected the little red plums, and the corners of his lips slowly curled into a smile, gentle and dangerous.

Without waiting for Qi Chuzhi's answer, he leaned over and pressed his red lips.Different from Qi Chuzhi's incomprehensible method, Xi Weier is full of skills, and he is half teaching and half-way monk learning.

It's a pity that the student Qi Chuzhi is really not very spiritual, and he proposed to dismiss the get out of class halfway because of insufficient lung capacity.

Xi Weier looked at his student helplessly, and could only teach him the next homework - tailoring.

The big hands with thick calluses and thin scabs walked on the skin as smooth as satin, telling Qi Chuzhi with actions what is the self-cultivation of an old tailor, and he can measure the size with just two hands without a ruler.

The tailor-made teaching didn't end until midnight.When the stupid student Qi Chuzhi saw that class was over, his eyelids were glued together, he turned over, revealing his back painted with red plums, and fell asleep.

And Xiwell's spirit was not at all like a patient with a wound and a high fever. He pulled up his velvet back and covered his proud painting tightly, for fear of being peeked at by someone.

Xi Weier pulled the curled up Qi Chuzhi into his arms, and the two of them were stacked together like spoons.

Thin lips printed a light kiss on the protruding neck bone with a mark, "Good night, my Chuchu."

◎The author has something to say:

Dr. Fang: Let me just say that the general is actually his wife, but you still don’t believe me?

I don’t know if the soup at the end has been tasted~ The next chapter is Qin Feng’s home game, let’s watch the hungry Director Qin save the meal tickets~