When Canghai answered, he kept observing the divine doctor. The expression of the miracle doctor.

Miracle doctor dementia.

So Canghai shrugged his shoulders, "That's it." Looking at the table full of dishes, and looking up at Yingluo, the light in his eyes was as calm as water. "Yingluo, take off your clothes. ”

“...... Huh?" Yingluo was still holding the tray.

Canghai pulled the divine doctor's underwear, "Look at his appearance, just like this, aren't you afraid that he will have a stroke if you play a single role?"

Yingluo frowned, "Can't you take it off to him?" and said, "Forget it, I'm also afraid that you will have a stroke." Then he took off his cloak and threw it to the sea, and went out.

Canghai is quite gentle to put on the divine doctor. He raised his chin at Xiao Shell, "Today you go out to eat with them, close the door, and see you again." ”

The little shell pouted, "See you again." ”

So the two of them were left in the house. Finally.

Canghai sighed, picked up the food and fed it to the divine doctor. Fortunately, he wasn't stupid enough not to open his mouth or swallow. Canghai continued to think.

So what kind of person is Xiao Shi?

Why can I be free to wander among the many selves? Ease of use is still not a word of praise here? Why can't people treat everyone and everything equally? If we can really be unemotional about everything, isn't that the "great freedom" of the world?

Canghai's heart suddenly moved. If I am always in a calm state of mind, is it possible for my internal strength to send and receive freely? If I can really do it, I don't need to be a medicine jar.

I was about to smile happily, but I saw the attitude of the miracle doctor, so I was gloomy. No wonder Che wanted to cripple me, and would rather serve me for the rest of his life. He is indeed well-behaved and has arrived home, and he is much more pleasing to the eye than he usually seems. Neither of us likes to be noisy, and even if we can't talk to each other, it's much more beautiful than fighting without saying a few words. It's like this......

Canghai's eyes were wet, and he thought, "No, I can't let him go on like this for the rest of his life!" It's a big deal that he's good, and I'm as good as I am to him who is crippled. After thinking about it again, I certainly won't feed him like this anymore when he's fine. Puzzled for a moment, his cheeks flushed.

He hurriedly took out a handkerchief and wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth. Blinked. Come closer, get closer. Come closer.

Close enough to see the clear pupils in his lowered eyes. Blinked again. With a slight shake, the tip of his nose poked into his face.

He suddenly raised his hand and pushed Canghai's shoulders back.

Canghai's eyes widened. He turned around slowly, and suddenly asked softly, "Che, am I singing well?"

Canghai put down the dishes and chopsticks, and said gently: "Then do you still remember, after you were hypnotized by me, what did you do in the last moment before falling asleep?" ”

The doctor's face turned red. It is difficult for a person with white skin to hide this sudden flush.

Canghai smiled faintly. "Rong Chengche, do you still want to pretend?"

The miracle doctor continues to have dementia. After only a moment, he said, "How did you find out? How could you possibly find out?"

Canghai sighed softly, "Can you tell me what your purpose is?"

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