Su Ningyan looked at his behavior, which was even more shameless than when he coaxed An An to take medicine.
"No, you need to drink it, it replenishes your energy and blood."
Zhuo Junyue glanced at the bowl, a pitch-black concoction, naturally aware it contained many precious medicinal herbs.
"Wife, kiss me, and I'll drink it," he bargained.
Ningyan was helpless; even when sick, this man's true nature hadn't changed.
Just as she was about to lean down and give him a kiss, she suddenly found herself pulled onto his lap the next second.
The medicine was so bitter and tasted so strange, how could it compare to the sweetness of his little treasure?
Zhuo Junyue tried to control himself, gently sucking on her lips.
That damn little treasure, always tempting him.
After a while, Zhuo Junyue let go of her, looking at her slightly swollen lips with a sense of pride.
"Wife, my body is weak right now, but once I'm recuperated, let's have another child," he said with anticipation.
