The man stared at her, his smile lonely. "You're so heartless. When have my words ever made you sad?"
Wei Anning sighed, picked up the glass of water, and brought it to his hand, but the man didn't take it. Instead, he acted spoiled towards her, "Feed me."
Wei Anning: "..."
Even when he acted spoiled, he was still so arrogantly proud, making her at a loss for words. She first fed him the medicine, then gave him water. Once he swallowed the pill, he stopped drinking.
"Finish the water in the glass. When you have a fever, you need to drink more water to flush the virus out." She helped him finish the glass of water, then bent to place the cup on the bedside table.
"You should sleep for a while. I'll go downstairs to make dinner. Is there anything you'd like to eat?" The woman's eyes were clear and bright, filled with deep affection.
Leng Youchen's heart surged, and he reached out, cupping her face. Without caring if he'd infect her, he kissed her deeply.
