A few seconds later, Duan Yixin asked with a smile on the corner of her lips, "Elder Brother Xiyou, are you afraid of taking medicine?"
After hearing her question, Chi Xiyou choked up. He quickly controlled his expressions, coughed a few times, and said calmly, "You are talking nonsense."
Not believing what he said, Duan Yixin glanced at the medicine pot and said calmly, "I see. Then you should be able to drink the medicine without problem."
As soon as these words came out, Chi Xiyou was speechless.
"..." Do you still have a conscience? Why do I feel like you are enjoying this?
While the two were talking, the medicine was ready. Duan Yixin poured it into a bowl and handed it to Chi Xiyou. Looking at the black liquid in front of him and smelling the bitter medicinal smell, Chi Xiyou's face twisted.
