Cheng Wanci held the bottle of medicinal wine in his hand, but in the end he couldn't leave it alone.
Not all soft-hearted.
But she knew that in front of Ji Tingshen, no matter what she said, it would be useless.
It’s not difficult to use medicinal wine. Mei Su used to be sore in her arms, so she would give her a massage when she had nothing to do.
She poured some medicinal wine on her palms and rubbed it. When the palms became a little hot, she applied it to Ji Tingshen's back.
This kind of injury requires hard work to rub it, and the medicinal effect of the medicinal wine is effective.
Cheng Wanci was not ruthless at all and was very hard at the beginning, which made Ji Ting's spine tense deeply.
"Relax." Cheng Wanci looked at it and ordered Lei Xing: "Get a pillow over and let him lie on the sofa."
Lei Xing hurried to do it.
As soon as Ji Tingshen lay down, Cheng Wanci pressed down another palm.
He almost screamed in pain: "Did you mean it?"
Cheng Wanci continued to rub his face with a calm face: "Since you don't believe me, let your people come."
Ji Tingshen: "..."
What else can Mr. Ji do? He can only shut up.
This hurts a lot more than when you get beaten. If you get beaten, you will get over it.
It's different now. Cheng Wanci's little hand was like a knife, stabbing inward one by one.
It won't hurt heartbreakingly, but it's really deadly.
Ji Tingshen enjoys and suffers, and he still dares not say it.
He knew that he was still guilty and had not been cleansed by Cheng Wanci, so he dared not be too rash.
It hurts, and I don’t know if it’s used to it or it’s numb, but I feel the back is hot later and it’s not that painful.
With a pair of soft hands wandering on the back, Ji Tingshen closed his eyes, and the alcoholic spirit of falling came up again.
"Cheng Wanci, do you know what day it is?"
Cheng Wanci just wanted to finish the medicine for him and leave: "I don't know."
Ji Tingshen: "..."
After a while, Cheng Wanci suspected that he would not speak.
I heard him say quietly: "Today is my mother's death day."
Cheng Wanci paused: "..."
Ji Tingshen: "Ninger's condition will be repeated at this time of year, sometimes before today and sometimes after.
There is no word "mom" in her life, even if she hears someone calling her mother, she will automatically skip it.”
Cheng Wanci's hand slowed down, and she didn't know what to say.
Ji Tingshen probably didn't need her to say anything. He had never told anyone about these things, and now he told her that it was a kind of confidant.
"He no longer remembers what day it is today. How terrible is the time. A living person is gone, and no one will remember it after a long time. Even I don't feel sad when I think of my mother now. I can't even remember what she looks like without looking at the photos. This is human nature."
"It doesn't matter whether he goes to see her, she doesn't know anyway."
"It's fine if she doesn't know."
"But Ning'er is still alive, Ning'er will be sad, Ning'er will be disappointed."
"Cheng Wanci, you don't know how much I hate him."
Cheng Wan's lyrics: "..."
All the injuries were wiped away, and Ji Tingshen's entire back was pressed red by her.
Cheng Wanci's arms were sore.
Lei Xing lowered his voice: "Miss Cheng, Mr. seems to be asleep."
Cheng Wanci had been kneeling on the carpet before, but when he suddenly got up, he realized that his knees were numb.
Lei Xing wanted to come and help him, but she waved her hand to refuse:
"You go and get the quilt and let him sleep here and don't move him."
Lei Xing: "Then you..."
"I'll go back first." Cheng Wanci took the key and left.