"Are you going to drink it or not?"
Half an hour later, Leng Sichen, holding a bowl of soup for nourishing and regulating menstrual functions, was persuading Xia Yuxun with earnest concern.
"I won't drink it, it smells terrible!" Xia Yuxun had the look of someone who would rather die in pain than drink such a thing.
"Really not going to drink it?" Leng Sichen's tone had become very dangerous.
"I won't!" Xia Yuxun was resolute. She just didn't believe that he would dare to feed her the soup with his mouth.
"Xiaoxun, if you don't take care of yourself, it'll affect the baby's health in the future, you know that?" Leng Sichen said calmly.
Leng Sichen really was Leng Sichen; he always knew where Xia Yuxun's weak spot was.
Indeed, as soon as his words fell, Xia Yuxun, who a moment before was prepared to die rather than give in, immediately poked her head out from under the covers, "Really?"
"Of course." Leng Sichen was serious.
