Su Qingyue was in a deep sleep and had no reaction.
Yuchuan frowned, "Wife, if you don't take medicine, your fever won't go away, and you might become an idiot. Come on, open your mouth and take the medicine..."
Xiao Yishan also furrowed his dark eyebrows, "Wife is sleeping too deeply, I'm afraid she can't drink it by herself."
"Then maybe..." Xiao Yuchuan thought for a moment, "We can feed the medicine to her by mouth?"
"Alright, give me the medicine bowl," Xiao Yishan said matter-of-factly.
"You're holding your wife, how can you feed her? Let me do it. The smell in her mouth is probably going to kill you. I'll do the bitter job of kissing her," Yuchuan said, taking a mouthful of medicine and kissing Su Qingyue.
Xiao Yishan leaned Su Qingyue back, making her lie on the bed, and used his arm to block Yuchuan's approaching body, "Since it's a bitter job, you don't have to suffer."
Xiao Yuchuan choked on the medicine in his mouth when he was pushed by his second brother.
