According to Lin Ruoxi's intention, she was going to drink the medicine again! Yang Chen instantly froze on the spot, gracefully placing the soup bowl back on the table. He smiled wryly, "How could it be? My dear Ruoxi, come and drink it. Take a sip, eat a dumpling, and it won't be bitter anymore."
Lin Ruoxi walked down from upstairs, picked up the soup bowl on the table, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, as if suppressing a smile. "Are you trying to deceive a child? I'm not a three-year-old child, just drink it."
Yang Chen grinned, "In my eyes, you are like a child, always."
Lin Ruoxi frowned slightly, "What are you talking about? You're not older than me."
"Is it wrong to care for someone like caring for a child?" Yang Chen teased.
Lin Ruoxi blushed a little, "I won't talk to you. Every sentence you say is so unserious."
