"Ah, ah..."
By the time Uncle Ya walked in, Zhao Jingting was already holding the bottle and had been staring blankly for quite a while.
Uncle Ya pointed at the bottle in his hand, waved, and then shook his head.
Zhao Jingting knew that he was trying to persuade him not to take it.
"I'll only take one pill. I won't take more."
He had gone many days without taking any. He was truly having a hard time enduring it.
This cursed place was several mountains away from even the nearest village, and the city was even farther. Even if he wanted to get some wine, he had no chance.
Moreover, they were not allowed to leave the camp at will, and there were people patrolling the surroundings.
Zhao Jingting carefully poured out a pill and slipped it into his mouth. With an intoxicated look on his face, he held it there for a long time before finally swallowing it.
Uncle Ya knew he could not persuade him and gave up. Thinking of Su Qiao, he began gesturing again.
"Ah, ah... Ah, ah..."
"I know, I know. I'm not blaming her. I know she's doing it for my own good." Zhao Jingting naturally would not blame Su Qiao.
Although they had known each other for only a short time, Zhao Jingting knew exactly what kind of person she was and how she treated him.
Uncle Ya breathed a sigh of relief. Then, as if he had thought of something, he continued gesturing a couple of times.
Zhao Jingting was stunned. "Get married?"
"You want me to marry her?"
"No way. She's too mean. She's always teasing me, and she's always scolding me, too. I don't want to marry her."
Perhaps it was only in front of Uncle Ya, who had