Xia Weibao was initially quite worried, but seeing this scene, she couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and frustration.
"Childish," Lu Hualiang snorted coldly.
He draped a coat over her shoulders, "Be careful not to catch a cold."
Xia Weibao smiled at him and tightened the coat around herself.
Lu Hualiang picked up the bowl of dark Chinese medicine and took a spoon, "Honey, let me feed you..."
"Thank you."
Xia Weibao lifted the medicine, raised her head, and drank it in one go, then handed the bowl back to Lu Hualiang.
The entire process was decisive and swift, with not a moment of hesitation.
Lu Hualiang, "..."
His expression suddenly turned a bit forlorn.
"What's wrong?" Xia Weibao was puzzled.
Why was he looking at her like that?
"Honey, give me a chance to perform."
This is Chinese medicine, and it's so bitter. Usually, when women take medicine, they would act cute and complain about the bitterness, needing all sorts of coaxing to drink it, right?
