Shi Yu, hearing the voice, squinted his cold eyes slightly: "Hmm, how many times did you say I felt comfortable?"
Comfortable? How many times?
This rogue!
Shen Cheng abruptly sat up, "What I meant by comfortable isn't that kind of comfortable."
"Then what is it?"
"It's just..."
Damn it! She dug a pit for herself to jump into, any explanation would just lead to wild thoughts.
"Anyway, I just don't want to take the medicine."
Shi Yu looked at her, the amusement in his deep eyes flickering.
After a few seconds, Shi Yu's thin lips curled slightly, "Fine, don't take it."
He turned around, put the medicine in his mouth, took a sip of water, and then set down the cup in his hand.
Shen Cheng did not notice his actions.
When Shi Yu turned back to look at her, his eyes were filled with an undissolvable gentleness.
He bent down, his cool lips kissing her eyelashes, the tip of her nose, and finally covering her feverish lips.
