"You, you, you can't even stand the bumps on the river, and when you go to the sea, you have to throw away your life."

Yun Bingqing had nothing to do, and stayed on the deck, looking at the scenery that kept passing by on both sides of the strait, and by the way, she was squeezing Wu Qingyun, who was paralyzed.

The river is rolling, the wind is clear, and it is really indescribably pleasant.

"Actually...... I'm also a little dizzy when I ride in the carriage, and I don't know why. Wu Qingyun was quite helpless.

He has always been lazy, he has always been able to lie down and not sit, but God seems to have played a joke on him, but he suffered from motion sickness.

Because of this disease, he once visited famous doctors all over the world, and finally had to give up.

Because of this, his master joked that this was God's desire to cure his lazy stinky disease.

He dismissed this statement, but he was helpless.

Wherever others go, they are comfortable in the carriage, but he can only ride and walk on the side with an envious face, even the carriage, let alone the boat.

This was the first time in his life that he had embarked on such a large trip, and this river boat really did not disappoint him, and after two days of vomiting, he still did not slow down.

His brain seemed to be stuffed with paste, and he was stirred back and forth with a stick, dizzy, and always on the verge of vomiting.

Not to mention the body.

The whole person was paralyzed there, sour and weak, and he couldn't even raise his hand, if it weren't for Mo Xiaoli's careful care in the past few days, he felt that he was afraid that he would die on this boat.

Just thinking of this, I saw Mo Xiaoli walking over with a bowl.

"Let's eat some."

"Are these ...... again?"

Glancing at the bowl, it was still the familiar gruel and pickled mustard greens

He had been eating this thing for several days, and according to the captain of the river boat, eating this pickled vegetable could relieve seasickness, so Mo Xiaoli gave him six bowls every day.

As the name suggests, eat less and eat more.

At first, he still felt light and refreshing, and the food was quite satisfying.

It's just gradually, one bowl, two bowls, five bowls, six bowls.

The next day it was the same.

If he vomits, he vomits one bowl at a time, and no other food is given to him.

No matter how good the food in this world is, it can't stand being eaten repeatedly and in large quantities.

But Mo Xiaoli stubbornly asked him to finish it by force every time.

He even felt that the recent vomiting might have nothing to do with seasickness......

……

"Can I eat two fewer bowls of ...... today?"

Wu Qingyun looked at Mo Xiaoli and looked at her with a desperate expression.

Mo Xiaoli didn't speak, just looked at him silently with stubborn eyes.

"Okay, I'll eat ......"

Wu Qingyun opened his mouth and let Mo Xiaoli pass the porridge into his mouth.

"Huh? Sweet porridge today? ”

Wu Qingyun was a little surprised, and finally tasted something different.

"When you vomit better, you make sweet porridge."

Mo Xiaoli tucked the ends of her hair behind her ears and continued to spoon after spoonful, feeding him with a serious expression.

"However, this porridge is still a little lighter, not sweet enough?"

Wu Qingyun frowned and sighed helplessly.

Although the pickle porridge was replaced with sweet porridge, it still had no taste.

When Mo Xiaoli heard this, he looked at the porridge in front of him in a daze, and then looked at Wu Qingyun again, as if he was struggling in his heart.

"No, it's not...... I'm just going to say it, I'm ......."

However, before he could finish speaking, Mo Xiaoli quickly glanced left and right, and after confirming that no one was paying attention to the two of them, Sakura lips quickly tapped on Wu Qingyun's lips.

"Is it sweet?"