Ling'er couldn't help but sigh: "It's a shame that you have this internal strength, otherwise the consequences will be ......" She couldn't imagine.

Qi Yang's heart tightened when he heard this, Ling'er's tone seemed to know something! Before Qi Yang could finish pondering Ling'er's preface and afterwords, he was interrupted by Ling'er's movements.

Ling'er didn't even say hello, and directly put his hand into his underwear pocket and touched it!

Qi Yang clearly felt the temperature of Ling'er's palm ironing his chest through the thin underwear, and at the same time, it seemed that an electric current quickly spread through his limbs from where their skin met, making his body slightly numb.

Ling'er didn't realize what she had done, and when she touched the small white porcelain bottle, she naturally pulled it out.

"Brother Yang, you ...... What's wrong?" Ling'er asked puzzled by Shangyang's stunned gaze.

"I didn't ...... It's okay. Qi Yang hurriedly retracted his gaze, trying to calm the unfamiliar restlessness in his heart, and kept telling himself that Ling'er was just going to take the medicine bottle, just to take the medicine bottle.

"Are you feeling unwell, why are your faces flushed?" Ling'er asked worriedly, and stretched out a free hand to probe Tanyang's brother's forehead, "It's not feverish." Is that a wound hurting? I mean, is the pain of the wound different?"

"It's fine. Qi Yang touched Ling'er's concerned look, his heart warmed, and comforted, "The wound doesn't hurt anymore." ”

Once upon a time, who cared so much about him? Every time a wound sores caused a fever, didn't he just carry it himself? He didn't say it, and the doctors naturally wouldn't ask. Perhaps he was too strong, and the doctors, out of respect for the strong, often ignored that these ordinary skin injuries would also make him feel uncomfortable and weak.

Ling'er is different. Ling'er was taking care of him carefully all the time. Even if he doesn't say anything, Ling'er can see everything from all kinds of clues. Just a little change in complexion will make Ling'er worry for a long time. What kind of virtue can he do?

"How can a wound not hurt?" Ling'er couldn't help but retort. However, she slowly put her mind at ease, because she found that the flush on Brother Yang's face had subsided.

Qi Yang smiled, feeling that Ling'er's appearance of pouting at this time was very cute, which made his heart sway, and he suddenly had a strange impulse. He quickly lowered his eyes and gathered his lost mind.

Ling'er also noticed that Brother Yang's expression was strange, which was different from usual. But she didn't dig deeper, because she suddenly remembered what was going on.

Seeing Ling'er pick up the small medicine bottle again, Qi Yang also shifted his attention back to Ling'er's hand. He couldn't help but wonder what Ling'er wanted to do.

What else could Ling'er do? She opened the medicine bottle and poured the elixir into her palm.

"I've taken the medicine. Qi Yang immediately dissuaded.

Ling'er didn't stop the movements in her hand and said, "With your current pulse, it's not too much to take a few more grains." Let's take two more pills first!"

Qi Yang looked thoughtfully at the two pills that Ling'er handed to his mouth, and didn't react for a moment that he should open his mouth. Why did he always feel that Ling'er knew his physical condition very well? Could it be that Ling'er had heard something from elsewhere?

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