Sitting in a wheelchair, she was directed to help pick the herbs.
The tone of voice is that of a monarch who is directing a king.
Tan Beng Beng is a doctor herself, and she knows a lot of the medical stuff, so when Qi Yan does something, she doesn’t have to ask most of the time.
It was also done well with him.
But the smallest part of the time, even she couldn’t understand what he was doing.
Especially when it came to pharmaceuticals.
Tam Bam Bam picked up a small, ordinary-looking herb that he had carefully wrapped up in a transparent paper bag.
She could not tell what kind of plant it was, but when she heard Qi Yan say the word “valuable”, her hand became a handful, and she carefully held it up in front of him.
But she only saw him picking the herbs, not what he did with them.
Qiyam is evil and spontaneous, not putting anything in his eyes and being extremely possessive.
He always sat quietly in his wheelchair during the day, either reading a book or directing her to do this or that.
But at night, he seems to have an inexhaustible amount of energy.
They had been together for most of the month, and Tan Beng Beng had hardly had a good night’s rest.
When she wanted to say she couldn’t take it, he always came up with an extremely effective medicinal bath, so that while she was being squeezed by him, she wasn’t abused to death by him.
There was just one thing that was strange.
He would come to her room almost every day, but after each incident, he would leave.
Like a rich boy who visits a kiln, does his business, mentions his trousers and turns his back on her.
He left in style.
Never slept with her for a day.
Although Tanbaeng didn’t want to sleep with him, yet she always felt that there was something secret in him that she didn’t know.
Just like the medicine in the herb garden, he had been picking it, but where did he send it?
She had searched the whole house secretly while he was asleep on the tatami mats on the balcony.
But there was no sign of any herbs.
She guessed that if there was either a special way of transporting it, or if there was a secret room hidden in this house.
Tan Beng Beng was a secret guard, much more alert and sensitive than the average person.
Qi Yan also seemed to know what she had detected, but acted as if he didn’t care.
A very casual attitude.
A “I won’t tell you, I won’t stop you, if you can find out, it’s your talent”.
Tan Avalanche tried several times, but found no trace.
Her aim was just to leave the island in a month’s time without any problems.
As for what he was doing, when she left, it was none of her business.
With that in mind, she was at peace and did her usual obedience to him, counting the months to come on her fingers.
During the last three days, Tan Beng Beng’s mood became noticeably more tense.
Qi Yan saw it in his eyes, but said nothing, only staying in the living room to read books less and less.
More often than not, he shut himself up in his room.
His room, Tan Beng Beng has been to.
It was simply furnished, not too different from the guest room she lived in.
Only the lighting and view was a little better.
But Qiyam enjoyed shutting herself up in her room.
Like an autistic person.
Apart from enslaving her and laughing extraordinarily when he saw her get so angry that she lost control, most of the time he seemed preoccupied with the matter of locking himself in his bedroom.
“Knock, knock!”
Tam Bam Bam stood at the door of his bedroom, waiting for the man who had gone long past his dinner time but hadn’t come out.
