She pursed her lips, resembling someone in agony forced by a villain to drink soup, "Just a little bit."
"Okay, just a little bit."
Mo Shiche filled a small bowl with soup, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and then fed it to Luo Qiangwei's lips, "It's not hot."
Luo Qiangwei looked miserable and reluctantly drank it down, immediately feeling a bit nauseous, "Ugh... no more..."
Seeing this, Mo Shiche instantly took a sip himself, then fed her from his lips.
He slowly transferred the chicken soup from his mouth to hers, bit by bit, careful not to let her choke, yet making her gradually drink the soup.
Luo Qiangwei's hands unconsciously clenched his collar, she frowned but, though unwilling, the nauseous feeling indeed diminished.
Using this method, it took nearly twenty minutes to finish a bowl of chicken soup.
