His hoarse voice carried a hint of grievance.
It's so bitter, so bitter.
This bowl of black Soup Medicine, just by smelling it, it's already so bitter, he almost doesn't dare to drink it.
Dong Huiying raised an eyebrow, bit down on a piece of chicken leg, and then said gleefully, "You can't blame me for this, it's your own fault for getting sick." Let's see if he dares to be Reckless Ghost again.
Shu Yu: "..."
It's really frustrating!!
He had never drunk such bitter Soup Medicine before, Sickly Beauty really fears bitterness!
Dong Huiying looked like she didn't care whether he lived or died. He pursed his lips, then picked up the bowl, his lips barely touched the rim before he quickly drew back.
Too bitter.
Really too bitter!
He frowned deeply from the bitterness.
"Ha—!"
