Medicine to improve quality?
He was angry, "So you're using me as a human guinea pig?"
What made her think he needed this soup to enhance the quality of his sperm?
Without drinking this herbal soup, were his little swimmers really that bad?
"What human guinea pig, could I possibly use you to refine pills? Seriously..." she muttered.
"What are you muttering about now?" His tone turned cold.
She stuck out her tongue, "Nothing. I meant that I made this soup myself, I've been busy with it all day, and this time even Auntie Li didn't help me."
The subtext was, give me some credit.
As she expected, the displeasure in his eyes dissipated like the tide.
After a while, he said nothing, and actually picked up the soup, sipped a little, then picked up his chopsticks and spoon and started eating.
She breathed a sigh of relief, propped her chin in her hands, sat down, and watched him eat.
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