The Treatment Game

Upon hearing this, Xie Jiuhan, who was taking off his coat, froze. The muscles on his face twitched subconsciously. No matter how stupid he was, he immediately understood what it meant.

"Okay, good March. This first course of treatment is over," Feng Qing said with a smile, then released the rope that held March.

Finally freed, March quickly rolled over and ran out of the bedroom with a scream.

Seeing March's flustered look, Xie Jiuhan revealed a rare smile. However, before he could sit down, Feng Qing held a moxibustion stick and came over.

"What are you doing?" Xie Jiuhan looked puzzled.

"Of course I'm treating you. You were the one who said that I should play the treatment game with you just now," Feng Qing said with a serious expression.

Xie Jiuhan : "…"