That damn stinky man would either touch her with his hands or feet, and the most irritating thing was that he would make her so angry that she wanted to kill her.
As a result, when I went to someone else's place, I was a completely different person.
He was so polite that she wanted to vomit blood just looking at him.
Obviously they are both women, how come their treatment is so different? [
My head hurts a little.
Outside the restaurant:
As soon as Xia Houyu and Yan Zhui'er left the restaurant, they were ready to walk in the direction where the carriage was parked.
The two people, one behind the other, seemed to be walking slowly.
After that, Yan Zhuo'er walked slower and slower, as if he didn't really want to take the carriage.
In front, Xia Houyu turned his face slightly, but he didn't see the person behind him following him, so he stopped and waited.
"Xia Houyu, I... um, wait a minute, I have something to tell you..."
"Yeah." Xia Houyu was still used to waiting for her next words.
"Well, um, that's... Hey, I seemed to be too full just now, and my stomach feels a little uncomfortable. I don't want to ride in the carriage. Can you walk for a while and let me digest it?"
Yan Zhuo'er walked up to Xia Houyu and looked at him sideways, with a sulky look on his face.
She was serious. When she just ate, she seemed to have eaten too quickly, and she seemed to have eaten a lot. When she finished eating, she didn't feel...
However, there seems to be something wrong with my stomach now.
Sadly, I ate too much and my stomach was full.
"Well, Chen Yi, take the carriage and wait for us in front."
After giving the instructions, Chen Yi didn't say anything else. He just continued to walk forward. Not too fast, not too slow, waiting for the people behind him.
"Go back and let Cao'er cook you a bowl of soup."
Xia Houyu tilted his head slightly and glanced at Yan Zhuo'er behind him. Judging from her appearance, he probably felt really uncomfortable.
"I still need some soup, but I'm already very full now. Can I not drink it?" If she drinks any more, she will die.
She gets a headache when she hears that she needs to drink decoctions and the like. She is probably now suffering from a phobia of decoctions.[
She felt her belly. This meal had stretched her belly.
"No, you must drink it when you go back. Otherwise, how will you digest it? Do you want to keep your stomach full until tomorrow?"