The next morning.
"Ugh..."
Mo Yiqing came out of the bathroom, rubbing one hand on his sore chest from sleeping face down and supporting his butt with the other, lying on the sofa with a face full of resentment, groaning:
"A girl returns home from afar with a big chest, and a chrysanthemum turns into a sunflower... Has Ah Qing steamed the buns? I'm so hungry!"
Yesterday, after getting an injection and taking medicine at the hospital, the symptoms of diarrhea were stopped, but for some physical injuries, the doctor had no good methods, and they could only rely on Mo Yiqing's self-healing ability.
"It should be almost ready, right?" Yu Xueqing, who was coming upstairs with a small jar of honey, replied to Mo Yiqing and said, "How about... you rest at home today?"
"Running back and forth, I'm afraid you'll get hurt."
