However, actually doing it turned out to be embarrassingly difficult.
It was too intimate.
Mingshu bit on the spoon, looking at Si Chu's eyebrows and eyes that were close at hand, and thought to herself.
Because they were worried about spilling medicine on the bed, the two of them were extremely close, so close that when Mingshu looked up, it seemed she could count his eyelashes.
The room was extremely quiet, and for some reason, neither of them spoke.
The sound of breathing above her head was clear and distinct, and when it descended, it brought with it a faint warmth.
Mingshu stiffened her body, daring not to move carelessly, and even her actions of drinking the medicine were meticulously considered.
As she drank the medicine, her thoughts drifted elsewhere, and she wondered if this angle made her face look big.
Moreover, her face seemed to have been scratched a few times during her fall; would that affect her appearance?
