Nondrinking Drug

Ji Wanzhou frowned even more. He was very afraid of the bitter taste, not to mention the bitterness of the Chinese medicine soup. There seemed to be a little sweetness in the bitterness.

So, it smells a bit greasy.

This kind of smell made Ji Wanzhou's stomach involuntarily churn. He actually had the urge to vomit.

"Sigh!" Meng Qingge let out a grunt, her Adam's apple rolling. She swallowed, trying to suppress the acid in her stomach.

When Meng Qingge saw Ji Wanzhou like this, she slightly frowned. From the looks of it, he seemed to be afraid of suffering? Thus, he asked, "Afraid of suffering?"

Ji Wanzhou's eyebrows relaxed a little. He pretended to be calm and shook his head, "That's not it."

Meng Qingge looked at Ji Wanzhou, who had different thoughts, and raised her eyebrows slightly. Then, she picked up the small bowl on the table.