Chen Yanyu frowned slightly as he held his phone and looked at the chat history.
This woman couldn’t possibly be up to sothing harmful, could she?
After all, he had heard a bit about Jiang Mian’s antics.
Before he had a chance to ponder for a few seconds, a ssage from the other end had already co through.
Jiang Xiaomian: "Is there any dicine that suppresses duration, to make soone feel weaker?"
Chen Yanyu: "Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."
He almost choked to death on his own saliva.
Chen Yanyu seriously read each word.
He recognized them all.
But why did it sound so strange when he read them together?
Chen Yanyu: "??? Is there sothing wrong with my understanding?"
Jiang Xiaomian: "It’s exactly what you’re thinking, Fu Sichen is sick, needs treatnt."
Others are too weak, and it’s a problem; he’s overly capable, and that’s a disease that needs treatnt, too.
Chen Yanyu: "[Photo] Take a look for yourself. He’s born with it, using dicine might impact his functionality, which wouldn’t be good."
Jiang Mian opened the photo that Chen Yanyu sent.
She nearly spat out a mouthful of national treasure.
What kind of physical examination was this? Jiang Mian didn’t understand the professional terms, but the data comparisons made her slowly sit up.
Most of the values were above normal.
Her gaze landed on a certain row, and her face suddenly flushed red.
"Size larger than average."
...
The bathroom door opened, and the man walked out wiping himself down.
Jiang Mian’s gaze involuntarily dropped down, and her mind filled with the four words she had just seen.
Her pretty, fair face turned even redder.
"Mrs. Fu?"
"Jiang Mian?"
Jiang Mian snapped back to reality, colliding with Fu Sichen’s deep, dark eyes, the man’s handso face adorned with an indulgent smile.
"Ah?"
"What’s the matter?"
Jiang Mian rolled the quilt and slowly lay down, "Nothing, I’m just sleepy, going to sleep soon."
Fu Sichen chuckled softly and went straight to turn off the light.
Just before lying down, his phone flickered twice.
Fu Sichen’s brows furrowed.
At this hour, few people would look for him, and if they did, it was probably sothing serious.
He opened his phone and glanced at it; his profound black eyes suddenly darkened, his gaze shifting towards the delicate spine.
"Mrs. Fu, you want to feel weaker?"
!!!!!
Jiang Mian’s back stiffened suddenly, an eerie sense of wrongness washing over her.
At this mont, pretending to be asleep was the only option!!
Fu Sichen lifted the quilt and wrapped his arms around the woman’s slender waist. Jiang Mian scread in fright, "Don’t! I’m already exhausted!"
The laughter spilled from the man’s throat, his voice deep and rumbling, "I’ll just hold you. What is Mrs. Fu thinking, hm."
Damn!!!
Sold out by Chen Yanyu!!!
Sure enough, he was Fu Sichen’s good brother, crafty to the core.
She should not have trusted him so much.
The man’s warm breath was gently blowing on Jiang Mian’s back, "Having you is enough."
Such a nonsensical statent.
What kind of talk was that?
"I’m sick, and you’re the cure."
Jiang Mian: "..."
She rolled up the quilt, her voice clear and soft, sowhat complaining, "Ah, how cheesy. Aren’t you tired yet~"
"Let’s sleep..."
Fu Sichen gently stroked the hair of the girl in his arms. A fleeting smile of indulgence and gentleness graced his lips.
Beside them, the phone screen dimd—
Chen Yanyu: "As a brother, just giving you a heads up, your wife is out to harm you."
Chen Yanyu: "[Chat screenshot]"
Fu Sichen: "Hmm."
Chen Yanyu: "??? Are you really sick?"
Who reacts so nonchalantly, is that even Fu Sichen?!!
Fu Sichen: "As long as she is my cure, it’s fine."
Chen Yanyu os: Damn it, I’m speechless, harassed in the middle of the night, and now I have to swallow a mouthful of dog food.
This couple is sick!!!
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