Fu Yanhe's expression was cold as he picked up the warm water and medicine from the bedside table that had been prepared earlier and handed it to her, "Get up and take your medicine."
Shen Yanhe knew he was mad, so she glanced at him cautiously and obediently sat up, taking the warm water from his hands and swallowing the medicine in one gulp.
As her tongue touched the pill, a bitter taste spread throughout her mouth.
Her facial expression twisted, and she quickly took large gulps of water.
Just after she finished drinking, Fu Yanhe expressionlessly stuffed a piece of fruit hard candy into her mouth, the sweet taste dispersing the medicinal taste in her mouth.
It was very sweet.
Shen Yanhe curled her eyes, grabbed his collar, and shook it, speaking in a sweet, coaxing voice, "Don't be mad, okay? Next time I won't disregard my own safety. I'll make sure to prioritize it and not worry you."
Fu Yanhe looked at her, his voice flat, "You think there will be a next time?"
