Li Tianyi: "..."
He doesn't know how to fight at all! Since childhood, he had counted the number of fights on one hand. And he never won a single fight.
Ye Weining went to the kitchen to brew medicine, and Li Tianyi thought with a bitter face: Is it too late to quickly learn fighting techniques now?
Anyway, he should at least try to salvage the situation a bit.
He forgot that he was wearing a ring on his hand, leaning on the sofa, Googling various fighting techniques.
The strong smell of Chinese medicine wafted out from the small kitchen, causing even the air to taste bitter. Ye Weining wrinkled her nose throughout the process, wondering why Li Tianyi would choose Chinese medicine; even looking at the bitter stuff made her stomach churn.
Not until three bowls of water were boiled down to one did Ye Weining pour out the medicine, filtered it, and brought it to the living room.
