He placed the cup on the bedside table and helped her to sit up.
He took a pillow with cartoon motifs and placed it behind Chi Jiao. Quan Jue's actions were unbelievably gentle from start to finish, as if he was treating a fragile glass doll.
After all that was done, Quan Jue brought the medicine to her mouth.
"Take this medicine."
Chi Jiao lowered her head and looked at the white medicine in his hand. Her little face instantly screwed up in a grimace.
"Why? Are you afraid of it being bitter?" The young man's low voice came from above.
Before Chi Jiao could admit it, Quan Jue placed the medicine into his mouth.
He then pressed his warm lips against hers.
Slipping between her lips, he used his tongue to transfer the medicine into her mouth.
Bitterness mixed with some sweetness spread in her mouth.
Quan Jue reluctantly let go of Chi Jiao and placed the cup by her lips.
