Ningyan looked up at him for an instant, then hurriedly averted her eyes.
Zhuo Junyue sat down, watching her trying to sit on the other side, and pulled her onto his lap with one swift move.
"Wife, sit here and drink."
There was nothing Ningyan could do; when this man got overbearing, how could she possibly refuse?
She opened the lid and sniffed, finding the scent not as unpleasant as before.
She couldn't help but stir with a spoon and noticed that many other things had been added.
She picked it up and took a sip, "Husband, this medicine doesn't taste so bad anymore, let's drink it while it's hot."
"Alright…"
Zhuo Junyue didn't even glance at it, picked it up, and gulped it down.
After a while, he felt even hotter after drinking the medicinal soup.
Ningyan, sitting on his lap, suddenly felt something pressing against her.
"Hus… Husband… don't hold me so tight."
If by now Ningyan didn't know what that thing was, then she had wasted all her time with Zhuo Junyue.
