Bo Sishen turned his eyes aside, his rough voice rasping low, "I’m still okay."
"Honey, I’ve already asked a miracle doctor friend of my grandpa’s to prescribe you so dication. Rember to take it on ti, it will help you get better faster!" Mu Shini sat up straight, speaking earnestly, "That miracle doctor friend is a well-known retired doctor, not just anyone can get him to make a house call. He’s definitely not a quack!"
Bo Sishen placed his hands on the wheelchair and nodded, mumbling a deep "Mm."
"Honey, I heard from Assistant Tan that you haven’t been feeling well lately and are undergoing treatnt. Is the treatnt process very painful?" Mu Shini asked him cautiously, her heart aching. She dared not imagine the scene, dared not imagine the pain he must endure during treatnt.
As Mu Shini spoke, her eyes reddened slightly.
Mu Shini’s soft voice, as sweet as cotton candy, fell into Bo Sishen’s ears, each ti she called him "Honey" feeling so intimate and sweet.
Yet he was deceiving her under a false pretense.
What a sin this was.
"Mm, I will take it." Bo Sishen nodded, responding gruffly.
In fact, ever since eting her and being unwittingly teased by her, he had been gradually recovering.
Even without the effects of the dication, he still responded to her.
"Did Grandpa tell you anything else?" Bo Sishen raised his eyes a little, looking at her clear eyes, and asked deeply.
Mu Shini thought for a mont and nodded, "Yes, Grandpa said that taking dication is secondary. What’s more important is practical training. Honey, what is practical training?"
Upon hearing this, a layer of joy spread over Bo Sishen’s calm and handso face. He looked at her deeply, coughed lightly, and said, "Girl, you’re still young, and these things can’t be rushed..."
"Then tell , what is practical training!" Mu Shini nagged Bo Sishen, looking like she wouldn’t give up until she got an answer.
Bo Sishen coughed heavily, looking leisurely at the confused Mu Shini, and asked softly, "Do you really want to know?"
"Mm!" Mu Shini sat up straight and nodded seriously.
Looking at her, Bo Sishen said, "In my condition, I can’t do practical training with you. Grandpa might be disappointed."
As she listened to Bo Sishen, Mu Shini replayed his words in her mind and instantly understood what he ant. Her face turned red instantly.
She turned away, feeling embarrassed, looking around and suddenly noticed a violin bow by the coffee table. Her attention was imdiately diverted, "Why is there a violin bow here? Wasn’t there music playing just now?"
Mu Shini picked up the violin bow and walked to Tan Mu, asking, "Assistant Tan, didn’t you say you were playing music? How co there’s a violin bow here?"
Could it be that soone was playing the violin earlier?
And not just playing recorded violin music?
Tan Mu looked at the violin bow, having not noticed it earlier!
"Young Madam, this is..." Tan Mu looked up at Bo Sishen, bracing himself as he spoke, "This is a prop..."
"A prop? But this is a violin bow. What kind of prop is it?" Mu Shini frowned, then her imagination ran wild, "Could it be that you guys... are into so perverted stuff? Is it a prop for those kinds of gas?"
Hearing Mu Shini’s speculation, Tan Mu was torn between laughter and tears. This Young Madam has quite the imagination.
But he couldn’t tell Young Madam that this was Bao Tinghao’s violin bow, right?
He could only nod and say, "Yes..."
"So that’s the kind of soldiers you are!" Mu Shini covered her mouth, laughing awkwardly, and handed the violin bow to Tan Mu.
As she held the violin bow, she felt sothing rough with her thumb. Looking closely, she saw a carved ’Bo’ character.
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