Jian Yufei quickly stuffed the medicine into his mouth, then held his mouth shut, forcing him to swallow.
Xiao Lang frowned as he swallowed the bitter medicine. Jian Yufei hurriedly fed him a spoonful of honey water.
The honey water was sweet. The warm liquid slid down his throat, diluting the bitterness in his mouth.
This was the first time Xiao Lang tasted something sweet after taking medicine.
In the past, when he was punished and fell ill, he would swallow loads of pills, not even flinching at their bitterness.
Because no one cared if he found the medicine bitter, nor did anyone care whether he liked taking them or not.
But she had thought of this for him...
Xiao Lang's eyes flashed, his gaze on Jian Yufei was deep and thoughtful.
Jian Yufei fed him the medicine, gave him honey water, then gave him a tissue to wipe his mouth.
"When did you suddenly fall ill?" she asked him, confused.
Xiao Lang replied in a low voice, "It's my chronic illness acting up."
