Sophie didn't know where she got the strength, so she opened her mouth and shouted, "What are you doing?"
"Help you relieve the pain?"
Zhao Dong didn't squint his eyes, and he didn't dare to move because the touch was so amazing. After all, this was the first real intimate contact with Sophie in the past half month.
Sophie didn't appreciate it and twisted her body restlessly, "Didn't I say it? It has nothing to do with you whether you live or die. When will it be your turn to be pretentious here?"
She didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed, her cheeks were red, and she felt very unsure when speaking.
Zhao Dong couldn't understand the meaning, so he said "Oh" and then slowly pulled his hand back.
Sophie's eyebrows, which had just relaxed a little, were immediately twisted into one spot.
She shouted softly, "What are you doing?"
Zhao Dong replied in a daze: "Why not!"
Sophie scolded, "Then why are you moving?"
Zhao Dong called out to Tianqu, "Where did I move?"
He was behaving well just now and didn't go overboard in any way, so why did he become so unruly?
Sophie turned her head and whispered, "Put your hand back!"
Although it was a refutation, it didn't sound much different from coquettishness.
It's not that she wanted to give Zhao Dong this kind of illusion, but she didn't know what kind of magic power Zhao Dong's palm had. When he pressed it like this, the pain instantly eased, and as soon as he left it for a moment, the pain doubled.
Zhao Dong was stunned for a moment, suppressed the strange emotions in his heart, and slowly put his hand back.
No one spoke in the bedroom, time seemed to stand still, and no one knew how much time had passed.
Zhao Dong didn't dare to move, feeling that his arms were going numb.
Sophie's face changed immediately, "Just take your hands away if I ask you to do so. There's so much nonsense!"
Zhao Dong obeyed the instructions obediently and turned his back and refused to recognize anyone. This was like the style of Goddess Su.
Sophie couldn't help laughing at the side, what's going on with this guy? It's useless to talk to him softly, but he obeys immediately when he talks coldly. Is he a donkey?
Seeing that something was wrong in the atmosphere, Zhao Dong asked awkwardly, "Do you want me to go and get you... a glass of warm water?"
Sophie bit her lip and said nothing, as if she was still angry.
Zhao Dong knew her temper well, and as long as she didn't express any objection, she would basically acquiesce.
He hurriedly got up, poured a glass of hot water and came back. He was about to help the person up, but unexpectedly, he received a blank stare.
Sophie scolded arrogantly, "What are you doing? Do you really think of me as a patient?"
Zhao Dong had no choice but to hand over the water, not forgetting to remind him, "Don't drink too fast, it will hurt your stomach."
Sophie said nothing and still rolled her eyes.
Zhao Dong was watching from the side. She was indeed a goddess. Even the way she drank water was so charming, just like a kitten. After just a shallow sip, people felt a desire to protect her out of thin air.
Sophie put the water on the bedside table, but said ungratefully, "Don't be hypocritical with me. If you hadn't been so angry with me tonight, would my stomach problem have relapsed?"
Zhao Dong didn't answer. He thought about it afterwards and realized that both sides were at fault in tonight's matter.