Chapter 972 My Medicine Is You

Li Sinian's smile deepened, and he felt comfortable all over. He put his arms around Yu Sitian and got into the car, "My dear, you're so good. Let's go. We won't go back to school tonight. Let's go to the hotel. I'll take you shopping tomorrow!" "

Although he has no rights, he still has money, and buying a bag worth hundreds of thousands is not a problem.

Yu Sitian curled her lips silently, leaned over and kissed him, "Thank you, dear."

It was originally a transaction, talking about feelings? Hurt money!

As long as she can climb up and earn enough money to give back to her parents and brother, then everything will be worth it! -

"elder brother?"

The bedroom was dark, Song Yaoyao kicked off her shoes and stepped barefoot on the carpet.

The moonlight poured in from outside the balcony, illuminating the room with its faint light.

There was no sign of Huo Yunque.

Song Yaoyao walked to the balcony with familiarity. As expected, there was a tall figure lying on the black leather sofa.

There was only a vague outline, with his back to her, and he didn't know if he was sleeping.

Normally I don't feel it, but as soon as they met, I felt that my longing was like a tide, rushing towards her one after another.

"Brother, why don't you go to bed and sleep?"

She didn't turn on the light and quietly touched it.

Just as she was about to get closer, something kicked her foot. Her foot hurt and she quickly jumped forward.

Before she fell, Song Yaoyao was still thinking: It's over, I'm going to hit my brother.

But what fell first before the body were tears.

Song Yaoyao shed tears and fell into a warm and broad embrace.

"Why don't you turn on the light?"

Huo Yunchue's voice was hoarse, a bit lower than before.

With a sense of vulnerability that is almost impossible to detect unless you listen carefully.

"Ouch... my feet hurt so much..."

Song Yaoyao exhaled in small mouths, and the golden beans fell out, completely out of her control.

She curled her toes and felt her scalp tingle.

When she cried, the tip of her nose was red, as if she had been severely bullied.

"well……"

A low sigh sounded in her ears.

Huo Yunchu stood up holding her in his arms, and the warm yellow chandelier softly illuminated her.

Song Yaoyao's eyes hurt and she buried her head in his arms.

"very painful."

She acted coquettishly, and her waxy voice was nasal.

Very pitiful.

"Sit down."

Huo Yunchue helped her sit up, lifted the blanket, knelt down on one knee and held up her little feet.

Song Yaoyao pouted, with tears in her eyes, "Have you taken your medicine? Is it serious? If you don't take a good rest when you are sick, why are you lying on the sofa! If I hadn't been looking for you, I would have knocked my foot! It's all your fault!" "She complained with tears. She was obviously concerned about her words, but she said them like she was being coquettish.

"Yes, it's all my fault."

He held her little face and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his thumb. Then he lowered his head and slowly pressed his thin lips to her eyes.

Her eyes were burned, and Song Yaoyao shrank reflexively.

"Brother, your lips are so hot..."

Her voice was low and waxy, she pushed him, and moved her little hand to touch his forehead.

Slightly permed.

"You have a fever."

"Um."

Huo Yunchao responded in a low voice, with a smile flowing in his dark eyes.

"Go take medicine." Song Yaoyao pushed him again.

If Huo Yunchue hadn't held her foot, Song Yaoyao would have gone to her own pharmacy to grab some Chinese medicine and give it to Huo Yunchue.

Fortunately, there is also Liu Yu, who is highly skilled in medicine, at home.

As soon as he finished speaking, his body fell into a hug again.

Song Yaoyao was stunned for a moment and gently put her arms around Huo Yunchue's waist.

So under the gentle light, the two of them sat and stood together, and the picture was as beautiful as a painting.

"My medicine is back."