Rong Zhi extended a foot from the blanket rolled up like a spring roll and kicked him.
Tsk.
Damn man, revealing your true nature.
And the damn man caught her foot in one swift motion and tucked it back under the blanket, instructing Jiang Gujun to keep an eye on her. He took off his jacket and tossed it to the side before heading to the kitchen to prepare medicine.
The kitchen was usually stocked with various traditional Chinese herbs. Bai Su's technique in selecting herbs had become increasingly skilled; weighing and choosing quantities, he had the herbs simmering on the stove in less than ten minutes.
Decoction takes an hour and a half; he planned to check the laboratory for any fast-acting Western medicine.
As he left the kitchen, he saw Jiang Gujun turning his head to signal him, indicating he should look at the sofa.
