Pentheus saw me and greeted me cordially. He with the scar on his face and me with the fierce eyes looked like a meeting scene between Mafia members in the eyes of others.

"Lin, you are finally here when you are free. Even Obama misses you."

Pentheus seemed to be telling the truth. Obama ran up to my thigh and rubbed my knee with his mouth.

I found a plastic sign hanging on Obama's neck. It said "Losing weight, please do not feed" in Chinese, English and French. It was obvious that Obama hated this sign. He twisted his neck several times to try to remove the sign. Bite it off.

Compared with the day before yesterday, Obama has indeed gained weight. His enlarged waist and hips combined with his still serious eyes make him look even more 2B.

Obama rubbed against my leg, hoping that I could feed it or help it take off the plastic tag that blocked it from getting food. In the end, neither hope was satisfied. It made a dissatisfied grunt from its throat and bit it. He touched the hem of my trousers and turned around to look for other kind-hearted people.

A bejeweled fat woman, accompanied by a male companion who was as thin as a bamboo pole, was about to walk into the main entrance of the film and television city. Obama barked "woof" at her several times. As a result, the fat woman was so frightened that she almost tilted her body. Beat the male companion to death.

"Lin, you better not let the lady eat potato chips again." Pentheus said to me.

"Why, wouldn't eating it once in a while help Amy relieve stress?"

"Lin, you know, Miss, her physique is not very strong, she is allergic to many things, and her nutrition is easily imbalanced. Since she started eating potato chips, she has become very prone to getting angry. Recently, she also got oral ulcers, which is quite painful. "

"This...can you be sure it's related to the potato chips?"

"It may also be caused by cola. In short, please don't give these two things to the lady recently."

"I know, I will pay attention."

I really should review it. I can’t indulge Amy just because she is my sister. It seems that Coke and potato chips are really not healthy foods. People like Xiong Yaoyue with maximum resistance can eat them casually. People like Amy can eat them casually. People with sensitive constitutions must limit their intake.

Knowing that it was the intermission time, Amy was lying down in the RV to rest. I said goodbye to Pentheus and ran along the straight road of the movie city. After a while, I came to the set of "Legend of the Magic Cauldron" and saw The RV was parked by the woods.

First, he went around to the side near the woods to make sure Kyle, the bastard, was not lying next to the window and peeping. Then he walked to the front door of the RV and told the gatekeepers 004 and 005 that I wanted to go in and visit Amy.

After 005 made the announcement inside, Amy's voice came from the bedroom:

"The dead manservant is here, let him in."

It's very unnatural, as if something is blocked in the mouth.

Walking into the bedroom, which was very spacious and bright compared to other rooms in the RV, I saw Amy wearing a small vermillion dress that could be easily removed and lying on the circular water bed in agony. People who didn't know the inside story would have thought she was terminally ill. Woolen cloth.

"Are mouth ulcers painful?" I asked.

"Of course it hurts." Amy lost her temper at me to ease her pain, "It's all because of the manservant who brought me to eat poisonous food from China."

Oh, she was referring to the time when she vomited after eating at the snack street. Since she vomited it out as soon as she ate it, it means that it has not been absorbed by the human body at all, and I am afraid it is not the cause of oral ulcers.

The most suspicious ones are still Coke and potato chips. Sometimes I get ulcers if I eat too much potato chips, not to mention my sister who is not Spartan. But Amy is unwilling to think about it in this direction. Coke and potato chips are among her It's perfect in his eyes.

"How many ulcers are there?" I asked. "Open your mouth and let me see if it's serious."

Amy closed her mouth tightly, her cute brows furrowed tightly, and her face turned slightly red.

She showed her body carelessly in front of me several times, but she didn't want me to see the ulcer in her mouth.

Is it because you think your body is perfect, but the ulcer in your mouth is imperfect? ​​Even if you wear less than a bath towel and a swimsuit, you won't feel more embarrassed than when I see the ulcer.

Amy, who was very bad at tolerating pain, was tortured by oral ulcers and turned over on the water bed again, with an expression of annoyance and grievance on her face, as if she was asking God why he allowed herself to suffer such suffering.

I really haven’t suffered at all. Your brother and I were cut on my finger by a knife when we were fighting last year. I had three stitches without anesthesia. I followed the example of Guan Erye who scraped bones to treat poison. No humming, even a mouth ulcer can make you miserable. There are many times in life when you have to endure pain. How can you bear it then?

The easiest example that comes to mind is the labor pain during childbirth. Will you be able to bear that kind of pain in the future? Maybe you don't want to suffer at all, so you will find a surrogate mother.

After Amy's little body twitched, she pushed herself up from the water bed and reached for the painkillers on the bedside table.

Although the outside of the medicine bottle was in English, based on my intuition and Amy's expression, I felt that it must be painkillers.

After a quick glance, among several different painkillers, I found a bottle of watermelon frost spray that is very familiar to Chinese people.

It must have been bought by Pentheus. Pentheus is very good at following the local customs. Within two months after arriving in China, he learned the secret of opening tinfoil locks. Now he bought Amy watermelon frost as an alternative. Unfortunately, Amy didn't believe it. Chinese medicine prefers to take painkillers with serious side effects.

I grabbed Amy's hand halfway to stop her from getting the painkillers.

"What are you doing?" Amy asked me awkwardly because her mouth hurt. "You can touch my hands without my permission."

"Don't just take painkillers." I said, "Painkillers are harmful to the stomach, liver, kidneys, and heart. And if you take painkillers for a minor illness, when you really need painkillers, the painkillers will have no effect." Already."

Amy took her hand out of my palm and formed a kneeling posture on the water bed. However, it was not the standard kneeling posture of Japanese women. Instead, her legs formed an "M" shape on the bed. She was very lazy and willful. He looks like he can lose his temper at any time.

Because Amy has a small frame and narrow shoulders, the dress strap on the right side slipped off the shoulder at this time. Although it was not exposed, it still exposed the slightly raised chest arc.

"What do you look like? Put on your clothes." I ordered her with a frown, and she immediately showed an angry expression, "How dare a mere servant speak to me like this?"

She had absolutely no intention of executing my order. Amy was still sitting lazily on the bed and said:

"It's a servant's job to dress the master. You say you love me, but in the end you can't even take the initiative to help me get dressed."

She said a lot of words in succession, which caused her oral ulcers, and she pursed her mouth uncomfortably.

I had no choice but to carefully pick up Amy's shoulder strap with my fingertips and help her back to her original position.

"That's about right." Amy nodded slightly, pointed in the direction of the painkillers, and ordered:

"Servant, come and give me medicine. If I don't take painkillers, I will die of pain."

I ignored her order and picked up the watermelon cream from the bedside table.

"The side effects of painkillers are too great. Listen to me. Let's take some watermelon cream today."

"I don't want it. Don't poison me with questionable Chinese medicine. That fool Pentheus insisted that watermelon cream has special effects on treating oral ulcers, but it turns out that it doesn't taste like watermelon at all. It's bitter and disgusting."

Is it because it tastes bad? Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for diseases. Do you still hope that potato chips and Coke can cure diseases?

"Although potato chips can't cure diseases, Coke can." Amy said harshly, "Americans drink Coke to treat colds."

It’s really stupid. It’s on the same level as the Chinese using isatis root to prevent bird flu. Experts have long said that the Chinese and Americans have a lot in common, in terms of all kinds of stupid things (such as Americans believing in psychics, and Chinese doing magic tricks). ), you really deserve to be a fellow earthling.

"Coke can't cure a cold." I categorically denied the unreliable American popular science. "Your oral ulcers were caused by eating potato chips. Watermelon cream does taste a hundred times worse than watermelon, but it can cure your ulcers." Get cured. This is the price you have to pay for eating potato chips. Only when you have to endure hardship can you eat potato chips."

Amy, who had long suspected that her oral ulcers were related to potato chips, lowered her head and thought for a while and stopped talking.

"Come on, be obedient. The watermelon cream is uncomfortable when you first spray it, but it will pass after a while. Painkillers treat the symptoms but not the root cause. Only when the oral ulcer is cured can you continue to eat what you like. Otherwise, even if I bring potatoes I’ll give you the tablet, but you can’t eat it now.”

Amy, who was convinced by my last sentence, asked me doubtfully: "It really takes a while to get over it."

"It's true." I promised. In fact, when the watermelon cream first touched the ulcer, it was still very painful. I deliberately downplayed this point, just like "Daddy takes you to the zoo", but the result was to go to the hospital for an injection. It was just as good. Be careful.

"Open your mouth, I'll give you the medicine, and say, 'Ah,'" I patiently guided my sister.

Amy reluctantly opened her mouth, her cherry red lips were very moist, maybe because when she was licking the ulcer with her tongue, it licked her lips.

There was an ulcer the size of a rice grain on the lower lip near the root of the tooth. I felt that this was the only ulcer that would not cause Amy such pain, so I asked her if there were other ulcers.

"The tongue, there is another spot on the base of the tongue." Amy told me with a little fear. The relationship between the two of us seemed to suddenly become that of a patient and a doctor. "It's under the tongue, and it hurts me so much."

"Lift your tongue and let me see."

I said this while holding Amy's small and delicate chin with my left hand and holding the watermelon cream with the cap unscrewed on the bottle in my right hand.

Amy, whose chin was held up by me, did not feel shy. Instead, she enjoyed the treatment like a cat and put the weight of her head on my hand.

But she looked at the watermelon cream in my right hand like she was looking at the drill in a dentist's hand.

Amy pushed the tip of her tongue to the upper dental hall, flashed in front of my eyes, and immediately closed her mouth again, as if she was very worried that I would make a surprise attack on her.

Sure enough, the most important thing was what was under the tongue. It was a white ulcer the size of a small fingernail. No matter what, I had to spray watermelon cream on it today, otherwise if the wound worsened, Amy would be even more miserable.

It's time to show some dignity as an older brother.

I grabbed her chin tighter so as not to hurt her, but also not giving her a chance to escape.

"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain." I said seriously, "Open your mouth like you just did, and it will be over in one second. If you are afraid of pain..."

I gritted my teeth and said, "You can pinch my thigh. That's fair."

Amy seemed very interested in this proposal, and she reached out and touched my crotch.

What a joke, I asked you to pinch the thigh, not the third leg. If you feel pain and pinch the third leg hard, your brother will die, and he will die miserably by your hands.

I raised my butt back to avoid Amy's prank, and ordered her pretending to be angry:

"Stop making trouble, you're going to be in a show later. Open your mouth quickly."

Amy reluctantly opened her mouth at a slight angle.

"This won't work." My hand holding the watermelon frost was blocked by Amy's two rows of shell teeth, and I couldn't reach the ulcer deep at the base of my tongue. "Open wider, and then open your mouth wider."

For no apparent reason, I suddenly remembered the erotic dream I had last night, where I ordered Xiao Qin, who was kneeling in front of me, to open her mouth as wide as she could.

Damn it, what am I thinking? The two injections were completely different, okay? And when I thought of this when I was applying medicine to my sister, I should be a pervert who should be cut into pieces and take summer vacation.

When the time comes, I’m going to sit under the waterfall and practice meditation.

With fearful blue eyes, Amy did not dare to look at the movements of my hands. Instead, she looked up at my face. To keep her mouth open, she kept saying "Ah,..." with a nasal sound.

My hand shook and I almost sprayed incorrectly, but I finally gathered my energy and sprayed a precise and powerful blow towards the center of the ulcer.

In the first two seconds, Amy closed her mouth and blinked her eyes, seemingly not feeling any discomfort.

As a result, when the time ran to the third second, she let out a miserable scream from her throat like a cat that had eaten hot pepper.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu,"

004 and 005 rushed in to check. I pointed at the watermelon frost in my hand and said, "I'm applying medicine." They looked at each other and left.

When I came back to see Amy, she covered her mouth with both hands and tried her best to control her desire to spit it out. Her face turned red from holding it in. The stimulation of the watermelon cream to the ulcer wound was far beyond her tolerance. She was shaking on the water bed in pain.

Come here.

"You bastard manservant, how dare you lie to me. It hurts even more than before."

She shouted incoherently as she rolled back and forth.

"Bear it." I encouraged her, "It'll just take a while."

Amy, who was in pain and crying, grabbed a feather pillow and threw it towards me.

I didn't hide and let the pillow hit my face. It didn't hurt anyway.

There is also a smaller ulcer that has not been treated with medicine. I have to find a way to convince Amy to do it again.
Chapter completed!