Zongling Biography

Chapter 669 What should I do with you?

Zong Musui was also betting that Ji Sijiu had him in her heart and that she would not abandon herself.

In the end, he won the bet.

Except when he was in unbearable pain, he basically didn't touch those medicines, for the purpose of today's effect.

That day, they quarreled too fiercely, he didn't know what method to use to see her again, so he could only use his own body as a threat.

This sounds a bit humble.

But he did it anyway, and he himself never imagined that one day he would be able to do such a thing.

Sitting next to him, Ji Sijiu was rarely quiet, and Zong Musui's fingers scratched the back of her hand one after another.

She asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt to see you."

Ji Sijiu rolled his eyes at him, bowed his body and pointed to the water glass by the bedside, the water in it was still warm.

She put her arms around his neck with one hand, held a water glass in the other and said, "Come on, drink less, don't eat too hard things because your stomach feels uncomfortable recently."

Zong Musui propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed, his bare upper body showing strong muscle lines.

Ji Sijiu put the cup close to his lips, he pecked lightly, then shook his head.

She put the cup back in place, and Zong Musui reached out to caress her cheek.

Ji Sijiu leaned back, his hands were suddenly empty, and his eyes were stained with disappointment.

"Yi Qing will buy the medicine in a while. After you drink it, get a good night's sleep. Don't torment yourself. Don't drink when you are sick. Wake up tomorrow and go to the hospital. Maybe it will get better sooner. After all, traditional Chinese medicine is more suitable for you. Conditioning works very slowly.”

She instructed in a low voice, put away her usual laughter and mask, and became more calm.

"Jiu'er, what should I do with you?"

She lowered her head and bit her lip, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

If he was alive and well now, Ji Sijiu might bicker with him eloquently, but he really couldn't bear his current state.

"Do you like that person?"

Ji Sijiu froze for a moment, then realized that he was talking about Yiluo.

Before she could answer, Zong Musui drew her lips with his hand, "Why do you want him to touch you like this?"

When he said these words, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his heart. The image of these days is lingering in his mind, as long as he thinks of the ambiguity between them, this tingling feeling hits him all the time.

But what Ji Sijiu cared about was, how did he know?
He had already left at that time, and there was no other person in the room, how did he know what Yiluo did at that time?
A strange thought suddenly broke into his mind, but that thought was only for a moment, and he was immediately rejected in his heart.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

"Why don't you speak?"

Ji Sijiu looked into his eyes and said: "I don't want to have such a useless thing as love. It will only drain my mind. I think I am fine now, and I don't want to explain anything. You think what you see is true. Yes, so what else do you need to ask me?"

"Where is it better now? Is it better to hug left and right? Or half-hearted? Or, do you like everyone to be impressed by your charm, and you like to be around everyone and enjoy this feeling of pride?
Like this, better? "

The breath in her heart was blocked in her throat, but she still took a deep breath to adjust her emotions.

"I don't want to quarrel with you when you are sick, take a good rest!"

(End of this chapter)