Su Yue raised the glass and put it at Ming Ansheng's mouth.
Ming Ansheng took a huge gulp, and he wrapped his arms around Su Yue's waist. He smiled and said, "Silly fool. Why would I choke so easily? Previously, I was admitted to the hospital for half a month since my stomach was bleeding. And my medication was twice as much as this. I'm already used to eating so many tablets."
Su Yue's tone and heart softened. "When?"
She was aware that he always had stomach problems. But he was hospitalized for half a month, and he had to take so much medicine. How serious was his condition?
Ming Ansheng replied, "A while after you left."
An affectionate smile played at the corners of his mouth.
It was gentle and warm.
Su Yue sniffed deeply and she punched his chest. "You must have drank a lot," chided Su Yue.
Ming Ansheng bowed his head and pressed his forehead against hers. "I can only see you when I'm drunk."
