Cheng Wanci held the medicine bottle in his hand, but in the end he couldn't leave it alone.

It's not all soft-hearted.

But she knew that in front of Ji Tingshen, no matter what she said, it would be useless.

Applying medicinal wine is not difficult. In the past, Mei Su often had sore arms, so she would apply medicinal wine and massage her whenever she had nothing to do.

She poured some medicinal wine into her palms, rubbed them, and when her palms became a little warm, she applied them on Ji Tingshen's back.

This kind of injury needs to be rubbed vigorously to get all the medicinal effects of the medicinal wine into it to be effective.

Cheng Wanci was not soft-handed at all, and he hit hard, causing Ji Ting to straighten his back in pain.

"Relax." Cheng Wanci looked at it and told Lei Xing: "Bring a pillow over and let him lie down on the sofa."

Lei Xing hurriedly went to do it.

As soon as Ji Tingshen lay down, Cheng Wanci pressed him down with another palm.

It hurt so much that he almost screamed: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Cheng Wanci continued rubbing his face solemnly: "Since you don't believe me, then let your people come."

Ji Tingshen: "..."

What else could Mr. Ji do but shut up.

This is much more painful than being beaten. It only takes a few hits and then it will be over.

It's different now. Cheng Wanci's little hand is like a knife, stabbing it in one after another.

It's not heartbreaking pain, but it's terrible.

Ji Ting was enjoying and suffering at the same time, but he didn't dare to say anything.

He knew that he was still guilty and had not cleared himself up with Cheng Wanci, so he did not dare to make too many mistakes.

It hurt, but I don't know whether it was because I was used to it or because the pain had become numb. Later, I felt hot on my back, which made it less painful.

With such a pair of soft hands roaming on his back, Ji Ting closed his eyes deeply, and the alcohol that had gone down came back to him.

"Cheng Wanci, do you know what day it is today?"

Cheng Wanci just wanted to apply the medicine on him quickly and leave: "I don't know."

Ji Tingshen: "..."

After a while, Cheng Wanci doubted that he would stop talking.

I heard him say quietly: "Today is my mother's death anniversary."

Cheng Wanci paused: "..."

Ji Tingshen: "At this time of year, Ning'er's condition will relapse, sometimes before today, sometimes after.

There is no word 'mom' in her life, and even if she hears someone calling her mom, she will automatically ignore it."

Cheng Wanci's hand slowed down, she didn't know what to say.

Ji Tingshen probably didn't need her to say anything. He had never told anyone else about these things, so telling her now was a kind of confession.

"He can't remember what day today is. Time is so terrible. A living person is gone and no one will remember it as time goes by. Even when I think of my mother now, I don't feel sad. I don't even look at the photos.

I almost don’t remember what she looks like, that’s human nature.”

"It doesn't matter whether he goes to see her or not, she doesn't know anymore anyway."

"It's okay if she doesn't know."

"But Ning'er is still alive, Ning'er will be sad, Ning'er will be disappointed."

"Cheng Wanci, you don't know how much I hate him."

Cheng Wanci: "..."

All the injuries were scratched, and Ji Tingshen's whole back turned red from being pressed by her.

Cheng Wanci's arms were sore from rubbing.

Lei Xing lowered his voice: "Ms. Cheng, sir seems to have fallen asleep."

Cheng Wanci had been kneeling on the carpet before. When he stood up suddenly, he realized that his knees were numb.

Lei Xing wanted to come over to help, but she waved her hand and refused:

"Go get the quilt and let him sleep here. Don't touch him."

Lei Xing: "Then you..."

"I'm going back first." Cheng Wanci took the key and left.
Chapter completed!