Villain: The Scumbag Heroines Are All Coquettish

"Huihui, who is this child?" The old woman looked at the unconscious man lying on the bed, her face full of doubts.

According to her Huihui's character, she would never bring a strange man into her home. Could it be that...

The old woman said pleasantly, "Huihui, he is your boyfriend!"

Yang Zihui was left speechless by her mother, she rubbed her temples: "Mom, how old am I, how can I find a boyfriend."

"How old are you? You're already 18, and you're at the age to find a boyfriend." The old woman looked at the unconscious man on the bed, with a smile on her face: "Look, what a handsome boy, he deserves it." Come to my house, Huihui!"

"Mom, I really didn't..."

"Huihui, Mom is going out first. You see, it's tiring for the children, so be nicer to them in the future." The old woman quietly backed out with a smile on her face, and closed the door.

Yang Zihui was so annoyed by her mother that she sat on the head of the bed and poked the man's heart: "It's all your fault! I've been unlucky since I met you!"

"First it was 1,100 yuan for living expenses, and now I was misunderstood by my mother, ugh! I'm so mad!" Yang Zihui's face flushed with anger, and she poked the man's face fiercely with her hand.

"Tsk, a man, why is his face so soft..." Yang Zihui supported her head, and poked her collagen-filled face repeatedly.

"Ah, I forgot to decoct the medicine for you!" Yang Zihui pouted, "Ahhh, so annoying!"

Looking at the precious herbs, Yang Zihui felt a pain in her flesh, gritted her teeth, and boiled the medicine.

"This bowl is two hundred." She carefully held the traditional Chinese medicine, "Don't spill it, it's all money!"

Put the medicine bowl on the table, take out a small spoon, and put a spoonful into the man's mouth.

"Ahhh, why are you throwing up! No...don't throw up anymore, these are all money!" All the traditional Chinese medicine that was put into the man's mouth was spit out, and Yang Zihui cried with a sad face, feeling hopeless.

With red eyes, Yang Zihui reprimanded the unconscious man: "Hey, don't push yourself too hard! If you don't cooperate, I won't care about your life!"

She scooped up a spoonful of Chinese medicine again, carefully put it into the man's mouth, and then quickly blocked the man's mouth: "I still want to spit it out, let me swallow it!"

"No, the nose needs to be blocked!" Yang Zihui's eyes lit up, and the other hand pinched the man's nose with lightning speed.

"Block all your holes and see how you get out!"

The man was not breathing well, and his head shook violently, but he was still able to break free, and the bitter potion flowed out again.

"Ugh!" Looking at the bed of traditional Chinese medicine, Yang Zihui was in some condition, and pointed at the unconscious man with red eyes: "You...you...you are the one sent by God to punish me, right?"

"Whether you like to drink or not, I don't care about you!" Yang Zihui slammed the door out, sat on the chair in an atmosphere, and muttered in her mouth: "Who is it? It's amazing to be in a coma, and you can't drink medicine obediently if you are in a coma!"

"It's you who don't drink the medicine yourself, you deserve it if you die!"

She was lying on the table, her beautiful eyes trembling a little: "No...can't you really die?"

She returned to the room in a hurry, and saw the man still in the old posture, lying peacefully on the bed.

She looked at the Chinese medicine that was about to get cold, and then at the man who was about to get cold.

"I... Let me tell you first, it's not that I want to kiss you, don't blame me when you wake up, and... even if I kiss, it's still my first kiss, and you should owe me!"

"So always... In short! In short, what you owe me is not just one thousand and one hundred! Did you hear that!"

Yang Zihui gritted her teeth and was about to drink it into her mouth. Looking at the man's handsome face, her cheeks felt a little hot, she slowly aimed at the man's lips, and poured all the Chinese medicine into the man's mouth.

"Haha!" Yang Zihui blushed, "It's...so bitter!"

This time, the man did not spit out the Chinese medicine.

After going back and forth like this, a large bowl of bitter Chinese medicine all entered the man's mouth.

Yang Zihui blushed and wiped the corners of her mouth: "Uh, it's so bitter... I don't know if the effect of the medicine has decreased."

"After taking it internally, according to what the old man said, it should be...applied externally." She scratched her head, looking at the shriveled herbs, "It needs to be crushed before applying externally."

She crushed all the herbs and ground them into fine powder, leaving only the last step.

"Put it on your body..." Yang Zihui's cheeks were flushed, and she carefully unbuttoned the man's clothes.

Gritting her teeth, she immediately stripped the man naked: "Ugh! I kissed you all, and I saw you! Anyway, you will be responsible to me when you wake up!"

She put the viscous medicine on her hand, and spread it evenly on the man's cracked wound.

"Hmm..." Yang Zihui pursed her lips at the touch of her hands. This was the first time she touched the body of a strange man in eighteen years.

The man's figure is well-proportioned, his skin is smooth and delicate, and it feels like he is touching fine silk.

"I...I'm not clean anymore!" Yang Zihui blushed and smeared herbal medicine on all the bruises on the man's body.

After finishing all this, Yang Zihui looked at the man's face, pouted and said, "Go inside, this is my bed."

She pushed the unconscious man inside, and lay on the side of the bed, wanting to rest, but the gradual and even breathing of the man beside her made her a little restless and unable to fall asleep.

"What's wrong with me?" Yang Zihui covered her face, very shy.

"As if there is a corpse next to it, a corpse next to it...a corpse next to it..."

Yang Zihui forced herself not to think wildly, just when she kept giving herself psychological hints.

An arm was put around her waist suddenly, Yang Zihui's breathing was stagnant, she turned her head stiffly, and met the man's delicate and pretty face.

The man was still asleep, but he turned over just now, and his arm was just on her body.

Looking at the man's sleeping face, Yang Zihui's eyes trembled, and she took the initiative to kiss the man on the lips.

"Wait, what am I doing!" After realizing it, Yang Zihui felt very ashamed and rolled around on the bed.

This roll rolled directly into the arms of the man.

The front part of the man's arm had no support, and it drooped directly. Coincidentally, he hugged Yang Zihui in his arms, and his hand just fell there.

Yang Zihui's eyes widened instantly and she held her breath. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She wanted to break free from the man's shackles, but found that even if he was unconscious, his strength was astonishing, and she couldn't break free at all.

"It's really... terribly unlucky..." Sleepiness struck, Yang Zihui gave up struggling, and curled up in the man's embrace, feeling a little warmth.

"Tonight...that's it..." Yang Zihui slowly closed her eyes.

In this warmth, I gradually fell asleep.