"Can't give a reason now, can you!" Li Mumu rolled her eyes at him and said undoubtedly, "You're a patient now, how can you get better without taking your medicine?"
Upon hearing this, Bei Mo, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but cross his arms, leisurely glancing at the little girl, "Li Wooden-head, you're so concerned about me, could it be that you've fallen for me?"
Li Mumu laughed so hard her stomach hurt, "Bei Heigou, are you sick? How could I possibly like you!"
"I am sick..." Bei Mo shrugged and said.
Li Mumu ground her little baby teeth, rolled her eyes in annoyance, and couldn't be bothered to bicker with him anymore, "You have to take your medicine anyway! And don't overthink, the only reason I care is because I'm the one who made you catch a cold!"
If it wasn't for that, she wouldn't bother to care whether he took his medicine or not.
