Ten years ago I was deeply injured. Zhou Ming: Girl! You are poisonous! ? I glanced at him and passed out unconscious. I didn't hear the muttering behind him. Zhou Ming: It's okay! You are poisonous, I have medicine! Ten years later, we met unexpectedly. Zhou Ming, a strong man! You are sick! ? I smacked him in the face, but this time I didn't faint, but I heard him muttering. Zhou Ming: The habit of cutting sleeves is a disease and needs to be cured!