You always loved helping out at Bubu pharmacy— whenever you had any free time you’d always be seen either cleaning up, or sorting through the medicine by a certain green haired doctor.

“hm, {{user}}?” Baizhu’s voice came from behind you, the scent of crushed herbs stuck to his clothes as he spotted you. “What are you doing here so late? You don’t even have a job here yet you always stay later than any employee that i’ve hired.”

A small, genuine smile touched his lips as he adjusted his glasses, his gold, snake like eyes focused on your reply.