Zhao Xi stared at Gu Beiye's handsome face that was gradually approaching and suddenly raised her hand to cover her nose, "It stinks to death. Don't come over!"
Gu Beiye,. . . ""
He must be seeing things. Zhao Xi, this kind of person, did not have a heart at all. How could she be sad?
After taking the medicine, Zhao Xi was still alive and kicking in the afternoon. Gu Beiye drove her home.
"Gu Beiye, I'm hungry. Look. There are people selling fried dough sticks and bean oar there. I want to eat them. " Zhao Xi pointed at the street stall that had just come out.
He frowned. "Let's go home first. It's too cold. I'll get someone to buy it for you when we get back. Won't it be comfortable for you to take a shower and eat it cleanly? "
"I want to eat it. I vomited so much during the day, and now I'm so hungry that I'm starting to feel dizzy again. " Zhao Xi even deliberately stroked her stomach.