C1267 They Shared the Same Fate

Jun Siming rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbow, turned off the fire, and picked up his medicine bag with a clamp. He put it on the towel and wiped it dry.

Lu Wanwan looked at him eagerly, wondering if there was something wrong with Jun Siming's sense of smell.

Usually, when he ate delicious food, he did not have any expression. When he drank bitter medicine