But he didn't say that. Instead, he looked at her with a pair of somewhat foggy black eyes for a good while before he spoke in a hoarse, feeble voice, "Then feed me."
Wen Yi, "..."
She said indifferently, "Let go of my hand, and I'll get you water and medicine."
Mo Shichen "struggled" to sit up, half-closing his eyes weakly, "Give me the medicine, then the water, one hand is enough."
Wen Yi turned away and then looked back at him, "Can't you stop taking it for granted? You're holding my hand, and I have the right to take it back without reason."
The man raised his eyelids to look at her, "Still taking the medicine?"
Wen Yi, "..."
Adhering to the mindset of not arguing with a sick person, she first handed him the medicine, then picked up the glass. By the time she passed it to him, the man had already swallowed the medicine without a change of face, followed by a few sips of water, and finally, placed the glass back in its original spot.
