Ji Junxue inexplicably thought of last night, the image of Jing Che feeding him medicine while he was half-conscious.
Jing Che clasped the back of his head, sealing his lips, gradually passing the water and medicine into his mouth.
He was so bitter he wanted to spit it out, but Jing Che forcefully covered his mouth, not giving him the chance.
Until it became hard to breathe, he had no choice but to swallow the medicine and water.
At that muddled moment, his first reaction was, so bitter, yet so sweet.
He always thought it was a dream, or that Jing Che had no choice but to do so.
Now thinking about it carefully, although he was muddled at the time,
he enjoyed being fed medicine by Jing Xi like this. Thinking back, he inexplicably felt his heartbeat accelerate, with a sense of unease, his face blushing.
Just as Ji Junxue was lost in thought.
Suddenly, strange sounds came from Jing Che's adjacent room.
"Mm... ah! Ah! Mm... don't!"
