Chapter 87

Yun Xian said, "since I was a child, I have been soaking in medicine cans. Some food can be used as medicinal materials. I eat too much. I don't need to see the food. I can know by smelling the taste."

This is probably the legend that a long illness makes a doctor?

There is still wine on the table. Yan Qiqi has just tested it. All of them are excellent wines without poison.

Yun Xian took up the bowl and looked at her with a smile, "aren't you afraid of being poisoned by others? You can take care of our lives. If we die here, we don't even have a body collector. "

Yan Qiqi listened to his question and simply drank the wine just poured out into his mouth. "Just now I don't know who was so active in serving Soup for me. Now I'm afraid?"

After drinking a glass of wine, she put the glass on the table, "I've drunk it. It's not poisonous."

This wine is not a Baijiu, but after entrance it has a soft and mellow feeling, and a little sweet taste.

She simply picked up the cup and poured herself another.

After a few drinks, she felt dizzy. Yunxian was still sitting with the old God, drinking soup and talking to her.

She looked at Yun Xian's floating clothes and suddenly reacted, "you said that you were here when you woke up. How do you know I saved you?"

Isn't this contradictory?

Yun Xian seemed to have known she would ask, and took out another cloth bag from her sleeve, "is this your silver needle bag? I feel a lot more relaxed. You must have injected me. "

Yan Qiqi reached out and took it. "It was an emergency at that time. I was also guessing. However, I personally suggest that you should practice more, run and enhance your physical quality. You are too thin. You can fall down when the wind blows."

She was talking to herself. She didn't find that Yun Xian's face had changed.

"Did you see me all?"

He asked for granted, and Yan Qiqi answered for granted, "yes, how can I needle you without taking off my clothes? I don't have perspective eyes. I can touch acupoints through my clothes... "

The surrounding air seemed to solidify, "did you touch me?"

Yan Qiqi rolled his eyes. "How can I get a needle without touching you?"

Isn't that nonsense?

Yun Xian leaned in front of her. Yan Qiqi leaned against the railing. He usually looked at Yun Xian who was thin, but when he sat here and stared at her, her aura was particularly strong, which made her have the impulse to escape immediately.

She coughed a few times, "the dishes are going to be cold. Why don't we eat first?"

I don't know if the aftereffect of fruit wine is coming up. She tried hard to push Yun Xian away and keep a safe distance between the two, but she pushed it with great strength, and Yun Xian was as motionless as she was fixed.

Instead of pushing him away, Yun Xian approached two steps forward again, and the hot breath sprayed on her face, "you touch me and feel it doesn't matter?"

Listening to his question, Yan Qiqi understood that he cared about it.

"I'm a doctor. Touching you is no different from touching pork. Don't care about these details."

Originally, Yun Xian's face was pretty. Just when Yan Qiqi said this, his face was completely black. Almost all his words began to bite his teeth and open his mouth, "it's no different from touching pork? You've touched a lot of men? I've seen a lot of men's bodies? "

Yan Qiqi's brain is probably a little silly by the night wind. She also thought carefully. In modern times, she mainly focuses on clinical medicine. She usually sits in the surgical clinic. When on duty, the number of patients in the emergency room is the most, drunk and fighting. Everyone has it. Sometimes emergency rescue naturally needs to take off her clothes for inspection. It's normal.

She opened her hands, turned her fingers and thought carefully, "I can't count... Ha ha..."

"How do you feel when you touch them? Is there really no difference between the first touch and the later? "

Yan Qiqi couldn't understand the flashing light in Yun Xian's eyes. Maybe it was because she drank too much and her eyes were dazzled, so she didn't think about what Yun Xian said inside and outside.

Hearing him asking questions like a curious baby, Yan Qiqi really covered his head and thought for a long time.

But Yun Xian is always sober.

He poured a bowl of wine for Yan Qiqi and handed it to her: "come on, drink more and answer after you think about it."

The fruit wine was mellow. She took it easily, licked it with her tongue, and then drank it and burped, "men are used to touching too much, but..." when she was drunk, her eyes were like silk, and there were faint waves in her eyes. For a moment, they were like thousands of peach blossoms in full bloom.

Yun Xian couldn't help but be stunned and asked her subconsciously, "but what?"

Listening to his question, Yan Qiqi stretched out his hand and pressed it on his thin waist, "but it seems that your body is the best. Yun Xian, you didn't go to the gym less?"

gym?

What's that?

"Oh, maybe you don't understand. The gym is for boys and girls to wear clothes like me and exercise together. If they exercise well, they can dress thin and strip meat like you."

She talked to herself and began to talk nonsense when she got drunk.

Yunxian had clear eyes and listened to her without interrupting until she fell drunk at the table.

The cool wind is blowing, and several lanterns are swaying by the wind. In the waterside pavilion in the middle of the lake, only Yunxian drinks alone on the moon.

Yan Qiqi is like a drunken cat. He talks nonsense from time to time. His eyes are closed. His long eyelashes are like two rustling small fans. He takes a bite of food and looks at her. His eyes are cold, but his thoughts float far away.

When did this little thing know the young master of the Ming family who didn't play cards according to the routine?

The more he contacted her, the more he felt that she seemed to have endless treasures. Just digging was enough for him to be surprised for a while.

When the last sand drops from the hourglass on the table, Jing Shu, who has always been haunted, stands quietly in front of Yun Xian.

"Little Lord."

Yan Qiqi had no sense of drunkenness, and he didn't have to show his face like he did in the star picking building.

"What's the result?" The first time mincanan appeared, he called Jingshu.