He had just been in a daze for a few seconds when the medicine bowl in Yu Wanwan's hand had been brought directly to his thin lips.
Han also turned his head away subconsciously, and muttered with disgust on his face, "No, I don't want to take medicine."
"Hey, drink the medicine and you'll get better." Yu Wanwan looked at him helplessly, and said softly to him, "You still have a fever."
"I don't want to drink medicine." Han Ye grabbed the corner of the quilt with both hands, covered half of his face, and retreated into the quilt, leaving only a pair of dark and deep eyes outside, looking at Yu Yu pitifully. Wanwan said, "The medicine is so bitter..."
"..."
His voice was full of grievances, his deep eyes were slightly red, and there seemed to be a light mist on the black pupils. He just lay in the bed so pitifully, like being quilted in winter. The puppy abandoned by the owner is huddled in the basket.
Seeing his appearance, Yu Wanwan was startled for a moment, with an inexplicable feeling of distress in her heart, she lowered her voice, and said to Han Ye as gently as possible, "This medicine is not that bitter, please take it After drinking the medicine, the illness is cured, so don’t you need to take the medicine??”
"Don't..." Han Ye huddled under the blanket and shook his head, and said firmly, "You take the medicine away."
Yu Wanwan glanced at him helplessly, and after a moment of silence, she still put the medicine bowl in her hand back on the bedside table.
"Okay, then I'll take the medicine away first." After she finished putting away the medicine bowl, she turned her head, blinked her black and white eyes, looked at Han Ye and asked, "Then tell me, how can you be willing to take the medicine?" ??"
Han also had a high fever, and stared at Yu Wanwan in a daze, feeling as if he was dreaming.
The smile on her face looked very warm, and her voice was soft and gentle.
When people are sick, they are the most vulnerable psychologically. Han Ye grew up, and when he was sick and had a fever, he had to suffer alone. At this moment, Yu Wanwan suddenly talked to him so gently, and he could not help but I want to be coquettish.
"I want to kiss..." Han also held back for a long time, thinking that he was dreaming anyway, so he might as well just ask for something.
"..."
Kiss?
Seeing his pitiful look, Yu Wanwan hesitated for a moment, but finally leaned over and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
His forehead was burning hot, and the temperature was astonishingly high.
After Yu Wanwan's soft lips kissed his forehead lightly, she hurriedly urged him, "Okay, the kiss is over, hurry up and drink the medicine."
"I still want to hug..." Han Ye only felt a chill on his forehead, and before he could feel the softness of her lips, she had already left.
"..."
Yu Wanwan pursed her lips and looked at Han Ye who was lying in the bed, so she had to open her arms and give him a bear hug together with the quilt.
A sweet breath that belonged to her instantly surrounded Han Ye.
Although separated by a layer of quilt, when he was hugged tightly by Yu Wanwan, he felt a sense of security in his heart.
"Is it okay?" After Yu Wanwan finished hugging Han Ye, she let go of her hand and asked him in a soft voice, "Can I drink the medicine now?"
"I still have to hold it high..." Han Ye blinked and said in a confused voice.
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