The system relaxed and floated to Qian Qi's face, watching Nangong Yan apply medicine on Qian Qi. Occasionally, on the spots Nangong Yan missed, it used the sharp tip of the panel to dab a little medicinal liquor and apply it.
As it continued to apply, it felt uneasy again.
Something's not right. If you want to know whether Qiqi has applied medicinal liquor, can't you just check if the bottle is opened or not?
Why bother sniffing it!
Just as the system showed a suspicious gaze again, Nangong Yan finished applying the medicinal liquor, capped the bottle, and returned it to its original place.
His movements were extremely slow, as if pressed on slow motion, finally sitting back on the stool, one hand on the box, fingertips lightly tapping, while his deep gaze fixed on the sleeping Qian Qi, pondering something unknown.
Four hours later, the sleeping Qian Qi suddenly opened her eyes.
