"Fuck you, curse me." Lan Huanmeng gave him a hygiene ball in displeasure.
"How dare I." Nangong Minye squinted his eyes, that pleasant voice lingering in his ears.
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As expected, Nangong Mingye's curse appeared. It was so accurate. Lan Huanmeng had a stomachache when she came back from eating.
"Woohoo ... Dead abnormal, oh, all of your crow's mouth." Lan Mi Meng was so painful at the moment, Ya's, it hurts her.
"I told you to eat less. Look, it's better now. My stomach hurts." Nangong Mingye looked at the person in front of him distressedly. His pale little face really made people worried.
"Ugh...it's all your fault anyway." Lan Huanmeng shamelessly put all the blame on him. Damn it.
"Don't move. The pain will get worse later. Take some medicine first." Nangong Minye brought a glass of water and a capsule of medicine.
"Don't drink." Lan Huanmeng turned her head away in a bad temper, and then made a stubborn face.
"If you don't drink, you'll get a spanking." He said it jokingly, but there was a serious tone in his tone.
"..." Lan Huanmeng said nothing, but the tears in the corners of her eyes told him that she was in pain at the moment.
Nangong Minye pushed her gently, and then said fiercely: "If you don't want to drink it, don't drink it." After saying that, he put the capsules and water on the table, then decisively turned around and left.
But at this moment, the person under the quilt was secretly sobbing, and if she didn't want to drink, she wouldn't drink. It would hurt her to death. That's right, it would hurt her to death, so he wouldn't be sad for her.
At this moment, Lan Huanmeng must have felt that Nangong Minye was playing tricks on her, and she had always felt that he was just having fun.
I originally believed him when I offered my first time last time, but now...
Thinking of this, Lan Huanmeng grabbed the sheets tightly, then wrapped herself in the sheets, huddled up, her body was shivering for some reason.
The pain in Lan Huanmeng's stomach became more and more painful, and Lan Huanmeng's tears also flowed down, and Man wet the sheets and quilt.
She screamed and hugged the quilt with her hands, but she unexpectedly thought of his embrace, and her tears continued to fall.
Is she crying? Lan Huanmeng wiped the corners of her eyes with her hand. It felt cold, but the corners of her eyes were warm and her nose was sour.
Is she passionate about him? Is she really passionate about him...?
Lan Huanmeng cried and sobbed, but her voice was very low. She pulled the quilt closer, not wanting to let a trace of air in. She also didn't want others to know that she was crying.