Qian walked in holding the things Shi Touyu wanted, along with dinner, only to see Shi Touyu, who claimed she couldn't get up, standing in front of the big dressing mirror in the hotel, with a weird honey-sweet smile on her face.
The window was open, so there was no smell of "chestnut flowers" or "osmanthus flowers," otherwise, Qian would have been even more heartbroken.
A double room, one bed neat as new, the other messy and chaotic, making it easy to imagine how intense the battle was last night.
"What are you looking at? You can't grow more meat by looking, hurry up and come take your medicine."
Qian placed the stuff on the bedside table, calling Shi Touyu over.
The silly daughter of the landlord's family was still practicing her smile in the mirror, "Qian, have you noticed something different about me lately?"
"Hmm, you've become sillier."
