"Is Little Fatty a man or not, hmm?" Ye Jiuliang's lips curved into a faint smile as she began her tactic.
Little Tuanzi sniffled, nodding his little head vigorously.
"Well, men should not be afraid of taking medicine. If Little Fatty takes his medicine like a good boy, next time sister comes to your house, she'll bring you lots of lollipops and buy Little Fatty many toys, okay?" Ye Jiuliang touched his little face, teasing.
"But the medicine tastes so bitter," Little Tuanzi said with a heavy cry in his voice.
Ye Jiuliang's face showed difficulty, "Little Fatty won't be able to play with sister if he's sick."
Hearing that he couldn't play with sister, Little Tuanzi's plump face instantly scrunched up, whispering softly, "Then baby will take the medicine, sister play with baby."
Ye Jiuliang bent her lips into a smile, "Good boy."
Madam Charles handed the medicine to Ye Jiuliang, her face relaxing with relief.
