In the ward.
Once Mo Chu and the others left, Zong Sheng took the initiative to get busy. After the hot water had cooled down, he found a multi-purpose straw and placed it in the cup. He raised his eyebrows slightly at Mo Yang who was on the bed and asked with a smile, "Can you drink by yourself? Why don't I feed you?"
... Feed him?
When did their relationship become so close?
"No need." Mo Yang shook his head. He looked at Zong Sheng and sized him up. "Give me the cup. I'll drink it myself."
Zong Sheng raised his eyebrows and did not say anything. He handed the cup to Mo Yang.
Mo Yang was really thirsty. Although he had been lying on the hospital bed for the past few days to replenish his fluids, it could not compare to the feeling of drinking it from his mouth.
He had drunk an entire cup of water!
Even so, he still felt that it was not enough.
