It was only when all her attention was on him, when she cared only about him, smiled only at him, and belonged solely to him.
As they spent more time together, this feeling grew stronger and more urgent.
Sometimes, lying in bed at night, he would stare at the ceiling and wonder.
Was he sick?
Or was there something wrong with him mentally?
"Mm."
Su Qiao had no idea that the man before her was thinking all sorts of strange thoughts. She lowered her head slightly, pulled out a sheet of paper, and wiped away the excess medicinal oil from his wrist.
"Thank you."
A trace of darkness swiftly passed through Qi Jingmo's eyes. When Su Qiao looked up at him, he curled his lips slightly and put on a smile as gentle as a spring breeze brushing willow branches.
Why did she suddenly feel a little cold?
444, who happened to witness this scene from inside the space, hugged its little body tightly.
The Great Demon King seemed a little strange.
Should it tell its host?
But when it remembered how Su Qiao had refused to believe it before and had believed only Qi Jingmo, it angrily pursed its lips and abandoned the idea.
Hmph, it would wait for the day its host cried.
"Don't use this hand for the next two days."
Su Qiao put away the needle box and medicine bottles and reminded him.
Qi Jingmo tentatively moved his right wrist. "Then what about dinner?"
Su Qiao thought about it. She still had to livestream that evening, so she wouldn't have time to cook either.
"Let's order takeout!"
They could order a little more and choose a better restaurant.
Qi Jingmo didn't really like takeout, so he suggested, "Takeout isn't nutritious. How about I take you out