Bai Jing lowered her head and shook the reagent bottle. She adjusted the composition of the liquid gunpowder and refused.
"He's injured. It's not convenient."
Ni Kun's movements were stiff. From her words, he instantly thought of a thin and weak gigolo.
He guessed that Bai Jing was confused by the handsome image of the gigolo and his sweet words. That was why she chose to marry such a weak man. He immediately felt disgusted.
On the other side, when Chou Hai arrived at the base's room, Si Qian happened to wake up.
After taking the medicine, he dialed Bai Jing's number and wanted to thank her.
Bai Jing glanced at the vibrating phone and put on her Bluetooth headset to answer the call. Si Qian's deep and magnetic voice rang in her ear, "... the medicine is very bitter. It doesn't taste as sweet as you."
