You Are My Medicine

Since meeting her, Mr. Xu said that he was suffering from a disease and needed to take medicine orally. He asked about the medicine and the name of the medicine: Qingqing, no medicine means no medicine. What is no medicine? There is no need for a panacea to save you. Can you be more specific? Hua Tuo Zhongjing has no solution. Can you be more specific? I miss you and become ill. How can I be more specific? Years later, Fang Qingqing sighed: "The luckiest thing for me is that we didn't pass each other by each other the moment we met. I have always been very happy that I worked hard back then. It's great now. You are the one beside me on the bed, you are the one who amazes me in my youth, and you are the one who is gentle with my years!" Small theater: One night, Fang Qingqing and Xu Scrophulariaceae washed up and lay on the bed She tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so she said, "Let me tell you, we are already in our junior year, and a student came into the temporary class. She is a girl. She is very beautiful." Xu Xuanshen hugged the dishonest woman and said: "Well, you are beautiful too." "She can also draw." "You can also draw" "When she smiles, there is a pear dimple on the left side of her face." "You have two dimples when you smile" Fang Qingqing refused to give up and continued: "Then she still... Um..." Before she finished, Xu Scrophulariaceae kissed her lips, and after a while, she said, "No matter how nice she is, it doesn't matter to me." Without commenting, this sentence made Fang Qingqing feel happy, and she said stubbornly: "I can't tell that Mr. Xu likes me so much. Why don't you tell me and let me listen?" Xu Scrophulariaceae tightened the girl in her arms, her ears turned slightly red, she closed her eyes to hide her lustful gaze, and said in a slightly deep voice: "I have nothing to say about liking you, just admit it."