Every day I am woken up by the handsome lady's vest

Chapter 99 What are the diseases of men

Walking into the living room, you can smell the scent of medicine in the air.

She frowned, and looked up at Mu Zhanchen beside her, "Brother, are you sick?"

Mu Zhanchen chuckled, and replied casually, "No."

Caring went into the kitchen ahead of Mu Zhanchen, opened the medicine jar and smelled it, her brows furrowed even tighter.

"So bitter."

She turned her head and looked at Mu Zhanchen who was strolling over from the courtyard. He didn't look like he was sick.

There is also Polygonum multiflorum in the dregs.

Seeing that Mu Zhanchen was silent, he stared at him with concern.

Think wildly.

He's over 24 years old, doesn't have a girlfriend yet, and has been single all the time, maybe there's something wrong with that.

Therefore, the medicine I am drinking now is to cure that disease.

"Is it bitter? I don't think so."

Seeing her frowning, Mu Zhanchen stretched out his big hand to her forehead, caressing her white and wrinkled forehead with warm fingertips, "Don't frown, it's easy to get wrinkles."

"..."

Caring looked at him like a fool.

She was seventeen, not seventy.

But she didn't move, and let Mu Zhanchen's fingertips stroke her forehead back and forth twice, the warmth penetrated into her skin and penetrated into her heart.

Even my heart became hot.

She lowered her eyes not to look at his wicked face.

I wondered if I should prescribe some medicine myself.

It seems that lately, there is always something about to move around, and there are always some thoughts that should not be there for the person in front of him.

"What kind of medicine is that, and what disease does it treat?"

Suppressing the wild thoughts in his heart, Caring looked up at Mu Zhanchen again.

Mu Zhanchen smiled, and asked instead of answering, "I boil medicine at home every day, and then cook for you. Do you think there is a smell of medicine in the food? Or do you feel uncomfortable when you smell the medicine?"

"what?"

"If you don't want to smell the medicine, I won't cook medicine here, and I will cook medicine in Jinyuan in the future."

"It's okay, what's the smell of the medicine, it's not me taking it."

"..."

Concern did not come from Mu Zhanchen, why did he take medicine.

She felt more and more that it was his fault.

So, sorry to tell her.

After dinner, I finished my homework under Mu Zhanchen's supervision, and listened to him with concern and absent-mindedness for an hour.

Back in the room, she didn't find her pajamas to take a bath immediately.

Instead, she found Si Ye's WeChat, edited a message, and when she sent it, her movements stopped again.

Si Ye and Mu Zhanchen have a good relationship.

Sending a WeChat message is equivalent to giving him time to tell Mu Zhanchen that she is looking for him.

She deleted the text again and dialed Si Ye's number.

It wasn't too late at this time, it rang twice and was picked up. Si Ye's voice came through the radio waves, clear and cheerful, "Hey, I'm concerned, what can I do for you?"

"Doctor Si, I have something to do with you."

Caring asked directly, "Did you prescribe Mu Zhanchen's traditional Chinese medicine?"

Given the relationship between Mu Zhanchen and Si Ye, even if he didn't prescribe the medicine, he would know about it.

"Haha, for this reason, I prescribed Zhan Chen's medicine. What's the matter?"

"Why does he need to drink Chinese medicine? Is it a terminal illness?"

"Well, it's terminally ill."

Si Ye seemed surprised for two seconds, and then answered with a smile.

Caring pursed her lips, and said more directly, "Doctor Si, can you tell me what terminal illness he has?"

"Zhan Chen didn't tell you?"

"No."

"Then it's not convenient for me to tell you. But you don't have to worry too much. I should be able to cure him of his terminal illness. It may involve privacy, and he is embarrassed to say it."

5 minute later.

Caring ended the call with Si Ye.

She rested her chin and frowned slightly as she looked at the call log on her phone.

Terminal illness.

Still a terminal illness involving privacy.

Well, it was really sick in that area. She threw the phone on the bed and went to find her pajamas to take a bath.

After half an hour.

Caring came out of the bathroom, wiped the wet hair casually a few times, then threw the towel aside, picked up the phone, and opened the search bar.

The content of the search is:

[What are the diseases of men? 】

Looking at the screen full of answers, she saw Mu Zhanchen's sexy and lazy appearance in nightgown that night, and her face became hot again.

In matters of men and women, she is a blank slate.

Even more adorable than Xiaomengxin.

Hesitatingly opened one of the search messages to enter, and the content inside made her blush even more: [Men don't JU, mainly refers to the persistent or repetitive nature that cannot maintain enough yin...]

But at this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Mu Zhanchen's voice came through the door, "I care."

Low, magnetic.

The concerned heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at the door, "What's the matter?"

"I came in when I didn't sleep."

"come in."

Caring, when Mu Zhanchen opened the door and came in, he quickly deleted the search text and exited the search.

Mu Zhanchen came in wearing a nightgown.

Maybe it was because she saw him wearing a nightgown that night, and he even cooked noodles for her in that nightgown. Now he felt that it was okay to appear in front of her wearing a nightgown.

When he came to the single sofa, he saw that her face was flushed, and even her ears were dyed pink, his eyes moved.

Ask softly, "Are you hot? Why is your face red?"

"...Oh, I just took a shower and it's a little hot."

Care to lie calmly.

Mu Zhanchen's eyes lingered on her small face.

After a while, he said again, "Sit in front of the dressing table, and I'll dry your hair."

I know she washes her hair every other day.

Mu Zhanchen came here to blow-dry her hair.

Of course, he also received a message from Si Ye just now.

Said he was concerned and called him.

Caring obediently sat in front of the dressing table, watching Mu Zhanchen plug in the hair dryer, a tall and straight figure stood beside her, he bent slightly, and brushed her hair with his long fingers.

It may be the search just now.

Her eyes looked at his chest.

The neckline of his nightgown was a little open, what he could see and what he couldn't see was extremely alluring.

Her breath was still full of his mature masculine breath, which made her mouth dry and subconsciously licked her lips.

"I heard that you called Si Ye?"

Mu Zhanchen's voice sounded amidst the dry sound of the hair dryer.

With a bit of laziness, but inexplicably sexy.

Caring blinked, "Well, I asked him, but he didn't tell me. He just said that you have a disease similar to a terminal illness."

"It's not that serious, don't trust him."

Facing her clean and clear eyes, Mu Zhanchen's eyes were filled with a trace of tenderness.

"Then, what kind of disease is it? God Si Ye is mysterious, so you don't say anything."

"I'll tell you when the time comes." Mu Zhanchen thought, and when his allergies were cured, he would tell her and surprise her.

But he didn't say it all the time, and when it came to caring, he was even more sure that he really had a male disease.

Her gaze swept towards his position uncontrollably...

(End of this chapter)