Qin Nanyu's face darkened as he snatched the medicine patch back from her hand and began with a cold tone, "It's nothing."
"Oh." Ji Weitian responded casually, not minding his poor attitude, and pinched his waist.
Qin Nanyu gasped in pain immediately, his complexion turning ashen.
At the same time, he heard her click her tongue with disdain, murmuring, "Men are really strange. If your back hurts just say it hurts. What are you trying to prove? Is saving face more important than your life?"
"..."
Qin Nanyu didn't know whether face was more important than life, but he did know that right now he really wanted to twist off her head!
To see exactly what was stuffed inside that brain of hers!
How could there be a woman with such terrible sleeping habits, who still had the nerve to lecture him with such righteousness?
