"Damn fog! What the hell do you want?" Unable to bear a certain man's ramblings, Mu Ge finally erupted in silence.
"Take your medicine." Si Mo still had that indulgent smile, looking at her. In his hand, he held a pill emitting a green glow.
"..." Despair rose in Mu Ge's heart.
She really couldn't understand, did she have any relationship with this man at all? Why was he pestering her to take medicine? Even if she didn't take it and died here, it would be her own business.
"If your sympathy is overflowing, you can find someone else; I don't need it." Mu Ge gritted her teeth, saying this fiercely to Si Mo.
However, Si Mo said something that made her delicate body tremble—
"I only want to be good to you."
Feeling creepy all over, Mu Ge escaped from the man's embrace, her clear eyes full of vigilance.
"You sick freak, thousand-year-old monster, get the hell away from me!"
Is she the plague?
