Finally, the medicine was applied.
Chi zuxu casually placed the ointment and cotton pads on the bedside table.
Chi Yi was still sitting on his lap.
"Do you really hate me?"
Chi Yi suddenly asked.
She tilted her head, blinked her watery eyes, and looked at him aggrievedly.
The man's eyes sank a little as he sighed helplessly. He was in no hurry to answer her and subconsciously wrapped his arm around her slender waist. After a long while, he asked in a deep voice, " "What do you think? Do you think I hate you?"
"It doesn't look like it!"
Chi Yi, on the other hand, shook her head confidently. I don't think you hate me, uncle. You're just lying to me, Wanwan.
Chi zuxu could not help but laugh.
His chin gently touched the center of her hair, and he rubbed it a few times greedily.
That's right! How could he hate her?
