Chapter 217: Tsundere senior, too awkward (65)

  Chapter 217 Tsundere senior, too awkward (65)

   "Of course it's going to me, where do you want to go?"

  The two walked forward in the rain for a while, luckily they ran into a taxi.

  When they arrived at Huo Hanfeng's house, the two of them were almost completely drenched.

   "Hurry up and wash, I'm getting gonorrhea, and see who will take care of you."

  As soon as he entered the house, Huo Hanfeng urged Su Qiao to take a hot bath.

  Su Qiao stood at the door and did not move: "I want to go back to the previous house."

  Huo Zhenting will definitely not give up.

  But she can't directly kill the killer.

   And now she is not strong enough to fight against the Huo family.

   So I decided to temporarily avoid its edge.

  In the original world, she can kill the old poisonous ghost ten years after being refined into a medicine man, relying on forbearance.

  Huo Hanfeng was taken aback: "What can I do with the broken house?"

  For her, there must be many bad memories in that place.

  Seeing that Su Qiao did not say a word, he felt that his words were a bit hurtful.

  He concealedly coughed twice, calming his tone:

   "Ahem, I haven't lived for so long, there must be a lot of dust in it, and I will definitely not be able to live for a while, let me live here first!"

  Su Qiao thought for a while, and finally decided to stay here for one night.

  Because I was soaked, I couldn't help shaking.

  At this time, she felt some faint cramps in her stomach.

   "Is it cold?"

   "Deserve it, who told you not to listen to me?"

  Huo Hanfeng's mouth was not forgiving, but he ran into the bedroom neatly, and quickly took out a new white towel, one large and one small.

   directly into her arms: "Don't be silly, go in and take a hot bath."

"Oh."

  Su Qiao's face was a little pale, and he went into the bathroom obediently.

  【Host, what's wrong with you? ] 444 I feel something is wrong with her.

  Su Qiao twisted her eyebrows slightly: "My stomach hurts."

  【Why do I have stomach pain? Is it because it was raining just now? 】

  Isn’t it?

  The host's body has been strengthened with a fortifier.

  This little rain, for her, shouldn't be a problem at all.

  Su Qiao stood by the bathtub, looking at the hot water slowly flowing into the bathtub, thinking for a while before finding the crux of the matter.

   "I'm going to have a monthly event."

   "This body has dysmenorrhea."

  When I was young, I was hungry and full, and no one cared about it when I was cold.

  So although it looks fat, its substance is very weak.

  Every time when menstruation is about to come, I will suffer for a long time before I get better.

  In addition, I just got caught in the rain and got a little bit of cold, which makes my stomach hurt.

  444 was stunned: [Then...Would you like to drink some spiritual spring water? 】

  "Do you think Lingquan is omnipotent?"

  Su Qiao lay in the bathtub, her breath a little weak: "I should just sleep."

  Outside, Huo Hanfeng quickly took a cold shower, and then rubbed his ankle with medicated oil.

  When Su Qiao came out wearing a white suit, he immediately stuffed the medicated oil behind him and got up from the sofa.

   "You sleep in my room tonight. The sheets and pillows have been changed."

"how about you?"

   "I'm a big man, just spend the night on the sofa."

  Su Qiao walked over slowly and picked up the medicated oil bottle directly from under the sofa cushion behind him.

  Huo Hanfeng scratched his wet hair with an embarrassed expression: "Ahem, that......"

  Su Qiao sat next to him with no expression on his face: "Put out your feet."

   "Oh." has been discovered, Huo Hanfeng can only stick out his foot obediently.

  Su Qiao poured the medicated oil into the palm of his hand, and silently took out a drop of spiritual spring from the space grid and mixed it in, lowered his head and gently rubbed his feet.

  For a while, the room was very quiet, except for the strong smell of medicinal oil around the tip of the nose.

  The slender and slender hands look unusually white and tender against the bronze ankles.

  The warm touch of the palm seems to warm to the bottom of my heart.

  Huo Hanfeng's face became redder and red, and finally even his earlobes were red as if dripping blood.

  Su Qiao kneaded for a while, making sure that both the medicinal oil and the spirit spring had penetrated, and then he stopped.

   "Well, don't exercise vigorously for now."

  Her voice was a little low, and it sounded a little weak.

  (End of this chapter)