With yesterday's experience of feeding water, Mo Weiyi was much more adept this time. She scooped up less than half a spoon each time and steadily handed it to him to drink.
After quickly finishing a small bowl of chicken soup, she asked, "Do you want more?"
"Hmm," the man replied with a grunt.
Mo Weiyi stood up once again to fill half a bowl of soup, all the while muttering internally.
He clearly seemed to be starving like a ghost, and yet he refused to drink chicken soup when Uncle Liu offered it. Is this man some sort of masochist, she wondered?
Reflecting on what Zhan Yao and Aunt Zhou had said, Mo Weiyi returned with the chicken soup and sat down next to the bed. She asked him, "Don't you know that your stomach problem is severe? Why do you still drink alcohol every night?"
Xiao Yebai looked at her, his profound eyes seeming to churn with some sort of emotion.
Just when Mo Weiyi thought he wouldn't answer, he said, "It helps me sleep."
