"(꒪⌓꒪)"
Huang Tianxuan simply kept her elegance and rolled her eyes: "Small scene, help Sister sit on the bed."
Lost, yet still pretending. Is elegance timeless?
Li Peifeng resisted the urge to make sarcastic remarks and asked, "Where did you put the medicine I gave you?"
"In the bag, wardrobe, second shelf."
"Good."
Upon hearing this, Li Peifeng quickly headed downstairs, prepared a large cup of warm saline solution, found three Peiyuan Pills, and returned to the attic.
There was no sofa in the attic, only a big bed where the three of them sat, either wiping sweat or drinking water, taking a short break.
"One pill each, take them."
Huang Tianxuan held the cup of saline solution, looked at the pill in her hand, then at Zhao Qingge and Wu Wenyue. They had already swallowed the Peiyuan Pills and were staring at her and the pill in her hand.
"Want to snatch it?"
