Chapter 153 - Chapter 153: Chapter 153: What Does it Feel Like to be Held by Brother Tong?

Chapter 153: Chapter 153: What Does it Feel Like to be Held by Brother Tong?

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Tong Sanlang only said that Qiao Xiaomai was unwell, briefly explained a bit, and then stopped speaking.

Tong Tiehu swept a sharp look around and everyone immediately shut up.

No matter what they were thinking, at the very least, they couldn’t confront Tong Tiehu to his face.

The Qiao Family.

Qiao Changshun heated some water, found a water bag, poured the hot water into it for Qiao Xiaomai to hold against her stomach, then he went to cook, as Qiao Dami was in charge of cooking the medicine.

After the medicine was ready, Qiao Dami used a cloth to hold the earthen jar as he poured it into a bowl, then he carefully carried the bowl into Qiao Xiaomai’s room, “Sister, it’s time to drink the medicine – it won’t hurt once you’ve drunk it~”

He spoke in a tone that coddled children, much to Qiao Xiaomai’s amusement.

Compared to the previous tumultuous storm of pain, at this moment, the pain had been suppressed, leaving only small waves – entirely bearable.

She sat up, leaning against the head of the bed, taking the bowl of medicine from him.

The medicine in the bowl was dark and thick, giving off a peculiar smell which made her wrinkle her brow instinctively.

Seeing this, Qiao Dami quickly reminded, “Sister, Doctor Wu said that the medicine should be drink hot!”

Hearing that, Qiao Xiaomai gave up the idea of letting the medicine cool down and drank it reluctantly, taking little sips.

Her face, which was already pale, turned even paler.

The indescribable strange taste in her mouth made her miss modern Western medicine. If she had known she’d have menstrual cramps here, she would have bought some medicine in advance!

Remembering what Tong Sanlang had told him earlier, Qiao Dami opened his mouth to speak, “Sister, let’s chat!”

Brother Tong had asked him to distract her from the bitterness of the medicine by talking.

“Chat about what?” Qiao Xiaomai asked weakly.

“Um…” A look of thoughtfulness spread across Qiao Dami’s face. After a moment, he asked, “Sister, Brother Tong was the one who carried you back just now. Was it comfortable in his arms?”

“Pft!” Qiao Xiaomai spat out her drink.

Her hand shook, almost spilling the medicine from the bowl onto her bed.

“Oh, Sister, where’s your handkerchief? Wipe your mouth quickly.” Qiao Dami, not understanding why, saw traces of medicine at the corner of Qiao Xiaomai’s mouth and on her chin and quickly reminded her.

Qiao Xiaomai raised her hand, wiped her mouth with her sleeve offhandedly, reved her eyes and said, “Young man, go help Dad with the cooking.”

“But Brother Tong asked me to chat with Sister. He said that by talking, you won’t feel the bitterness of the medicine.” Qiao Dami explained with his innocent eyes wide open.

Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow, “What else did he say?”

“He didn’t say anything else, just asked me to listen to Sister.”

“Then I’m telling you now to go help Dad with cooking. Will you go?”

Qiao Dami blinked his shiny big eyes, a bewildered look on his small face, “Sister, you haven’t answered my question just now. Answer me and then I’ll go-”

Very rarely did Qiao Changshun, Zhuang Luhe, or Qiao Xiaomai hold him tightly. Thus, he was intrigued and unfamiliar with the concept of being held.

Yet now, along came Tong Sanlang, who had picked him up several times.

Being held by Brother Tong, he could see things higher and further!

Plus, Brother Tong’s arm was always supporting him, so even if he wriggled about, he wouldn’t fall down!

So at this moment, he couldn’t wait to share with Qiao Xiaomai just how comfortable it was to be held by Brother Tong.

Qiao Dami’s thoughts were simple, but Qiao Xiaomai felt like rolling her eyes at his question.

Comfortable in his arms?

She had closed her eyes and felt dizzy during the journey, and all her energy was spent fighting off her cramps. She barely noticed these trivial details!

As for Qiao Dami asking if she found Tong Sanlang’s embrace comfortable, she had three words to offer: No feeling!