Everyone had left. Since there was no more fun to watch and no reason to cause trouble, Ming Shu got ready to leave as well, her snacks in her arms.
But Qing Chen appeared in front of her without any warning and that strange fragrance floated to Ming Shu's nose again.
What a perfumed girlish man!
Ming Shu subconsciously covered the snacks, moving back her body a little. Then she stared at the butterfly before her and asked, "What?"
This procurer showed up suddenly again. Is he planning to take my snacks?
Qing Chen felt funny and helpless. "You're like the little beastie!" Both were food protectors.
Ming Shu had meant to refute, but she swallowed the words that came to her lips and said, "If there is nothing, just get out of my way."
Qing Chen moved to the side, giving way for Ming Shu. "Miss Zhi Po, I did help you a lot today. You really won't think about treating my illness?"
"I didn't ask for your help." She could have dealt with it herself. Who let him suddenly step forward and take the opportunity to help her strike.
"Whatever, I helped you, right?" Qing Chen shamelessly took the credit for himself.
Ming Shu glanced at him, saying nothing.
Because Qing Chen was telling the truth.
Ming Shu didn't like to owe people, even if it was not what she requested. The fact was he did help her.
But...
She really didn't want to treat the butterfly that snatched her snacks.
Ming Shu still didn't say anything. She continued forward with her head lowered.
Qing Chen ground his teeth, resisting the urge to destroy the character setting. Then he caught up with Ming Shu immediately.
"Miss Zhi Po, what should I do to make you treat me?" Qing Chen pulled on Ming Shu's clothes. "Is it so difficult to take a look at me?"
He just wanted to cure his illness.
Wasn't that simple!
"What should I do to make you leave me alone? There are so many doctors in the world. Is it difficult to find another one besides me?" Ming Shu pulled back her clothes.
Qing Chen pulled on them again. "But only you can cure my sickness."
Ming Shu pulled back. "What sickness?"
"Lovesickness."
"..."
Qing Chen blurted out the sentence, and after a while he was aware of something strange. But the word had been spoken. He could only force a smile and pretend to make a calming stance. "So it can only be cured by you, Miss Zhi Po."
Right! If I let her fall in love with me, I wouldn't worry that she will not cure me!
Great! I'm really a genius!
"Why don't you just go back and wait for death?" Ming Shu became impatient, getting ready to leave.
Screw your lovesickness!
I see he is having death sickness.
"..."
God, couldn't I just force this girl to treat me?
Qing Chen calmed his temper and revealed a trademark smile. "Miss Zhi Po, are you really going to show me such ungratefulness?"
Un! Grate! Ful! Ness!
