How Considerate It Is of You
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mu Feichi tilted his head and glanced at the pillow separating them. Then he grabbed the pillow and threw it onto the passenger seat.
It was Qi Yuan who was driving, and he glanced at the pillow that Young Marshal Mu had been so disdainful of and chuckled.
"Miss Yun, what is that? Why do I seem to smell medicine?"
The car was small, so it had been quickly filled with the faint smell of medicine. It wasn't strong, and was rather soothing.
"I heard that old Madame Chen is ill. I'm visiting her and bringing this medicine pillow to her as well."
He couldn't help being a little curious. "Does your medicine pillow have any special effects?"