Yan Rong shrugged, took two steps and sat down on the chair next to the wall. He had an innocent smile on his face. "Xiao Hei, what do you want to eat for breakfast? Steamed buns, fried dough sticks, tofu, I'll ask someone to bring it to you.
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"My name is not Xiaohei!" He retorted feebly for the nth time. Zhuye Tong stumbled back to the bed and sat down, wiping the sweat caused by pain with his sleeves.
"You don't want to tell me your name. Do you want me to call you rudely?" Yan Rong was confused and took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and handed it over, "Take one, it will relieve the pain."
painful."
Seeing that Zhuye Tong was hesitant and refused to answer, Yan Rong explained very eagerly, "It's too late for you to worry now. I even fed you two pills last night. Eat it, eat it. This is my own hand."
This is a panacea that I guarantee you won’t feel any pain after taking it for a while.”
Zhuye Tong suddenly grabbed Yan Rong's clothes and pulled him forward. Eye to eye, nose to nose, he said fiercely, "It's just because you made it that I don't dare to eat it."[