Bitterness, the bitterness that invades the bone marrow, the bitter trembling all over the body, cardiopulmonary arrest, all say that Coptis chinensis is bitter cold, and it is true. Wen Yukou swallowed it without changing her face, as if she was swallowing poison, and it was as if she was filled with thorns, and the thorns hurt everywhere. Placing the empty bowl on the small flower table next to the bed, Wen Yukou raised a delicate face, her eyelashes were long and curly, and her eyes were clear: "Thank you Madame for the ginseng soup, Yukou is grateful." ”

Grateful?

Dou's eyes were cold, with a bit of scrutiny, as if he wanted to find any clues from Wen Yukou that could verify her doubts. However, Wen Yukou just quietly drank a bowl of coptis soup, clean, and did not frown. Wen Yukou dared to embarrass her in front of people before, why did she carry people behind her back, but she was so obedient? Dou's heart beat suddenly for no reason, and if he couldn't make a plan, he had another plan.

She grabbed Wen Yukou's arm and squeezed it hard, it was exactly where the burn was broken, and it hurt when she touched it, let alone Dou's pinching so hard. When Dou pulled back his sleeves to reveal the festering place, Wen Yukou was indifferent, and instead raised his arm so that Dou could see it.

Wen Yukou's arm is slender and soft, like a crystal jade, but in the middle of this jade, it has been sprinkled with dirty ink, uneven, purple and swollen blood blisters are long, looking at the injury is not light, because the medicine is not applied in time, the skin is even paler, and the damaged parts are more and more unsightly.

The people in the room with Dou all gasped and looked at each other. Dou snorted coldly, and his heart floated with pleasure.

Wen Yukou's arm didn't know what was smeared, and there was a strange aroma that hit the end of her nose and lasted for a long time. Dou Shi looked intently at the wounded and festering place, so he didn't pay much attention to the aroma, but felt dizzy for a moment.