Gu Mengmeng had to compromise, "Alright then..."
Having Gu Liancheng here was redundant anyway, she let him leave: "I'll take care of Cute here. I can feed her."
With Eleven taking care of Cute, he felt reassured and left.
Eleven lowered her eyes and saw that tears were still clinging to Cute's eyes. She reached out to wipe them away, "Don't cry so loudly in the future, it hurts your throat so much, and crying too much can give you a headache."
Her little face was all red from crying.
This made her even more distressed!
She leaned down, their foreheads touching, her face still felt hot. The fever wouldn't subside for a while, it would take some time.
"Baby, open your mouth and swallow, you can sleep once you finish eating."
"Porridge is the worst thing in the world, why was such a food invented!" Gu Mengmeng complained even in her sick state.
