Just when he was thinking about this, Song Xiyue came over and said, "This is the sachet and medicine I prepared for you. You should not sleep well on weekdays. This sachet helps you sleep, and this A bottle of medicine, you take one every day before going to bed, it's good for your throat."
Song Xiling suspected that he had heard it wrong.
"For...for me?" He pointed at himself, then looked at Song Xiyue seriously, is his sister caring about him?
"Well, for you."
Looking at Song Xiling's ink marks, Song Xiyue took his hand directly and stuffed it into his palm.
Song Xiling came back to his senses and said flattered: "I must wear it well, and I will remember to take medicine every day."
Song Xiyue raised her eyebrows, but she didn't expect this second brother to trust her without asking anything.
"Second brother, aren't you afraid that what I gave you is poison?"
Song Xiling shook his head and said firmly, "My sister won't, I believe my sister."
Song Xiyue was slightly touched, her eyelashes trembled, "Okay."
She didn't explain much.
Because she felt that there was no need to explain, if she believed it, she would eat it, and if she didn't believe it, she would not eat it.
The voice is not hers anyway.
Liu Cizhen looked at the two of them and felt very relieved, "Xiling, you are right to listen to your sister. My grandmother was not in good health before, so it is only after taking the medicine that your sister gave."
Song Xiling looked at Song Xiyue with some surprise and some surprise, and said, "Sister is amazing."
He understands medicine at such a young age.
Of course he did not doubt the authenticity in his heart.
own sister, he naturally trusts.
Of course, Song Xiling didn't think much about it at this time, and he didn't think about whether his throat would be cured. He just felt that his sister's thoughts must not be wasted.
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When Song Xiling returned to Yunlai Hotel, Ji Jing was startled when he looked at him, and said, "Bai Zhu, are you stimulated by something, why are you laughing all the time?"