Xia Yuqing stared at the medicine bowl.
Seconds passed, and when she didn't move, Long Mingze narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong, Qingqing? Why aren't you drinking?
When she didn't answer, he clicked his tongue and chuckled, "Oh, I understand. My Qingqing must be missing the time when I used to feed you with my own hands..."
With that, he reached forward and took the medicine bowl in his hand. He moved closer with the intention to feed her, but Xia Yuqing looked away.
Long Mingze frowned. "Qingqing, I just wanted to be close to you…"
Xia Yuqing said nothing. She didn't even look at him; her disgust was clear enough. Long Mingze sighed, placing the bowl down in front of her. "Fine, I won't feed you. You take it and drink it; otherwise, I will be worried for your health. And when I am worried about you, you know what I will do, right?"
