The soft tongue gingerly pried open Ji Yebai's lips and teeth, arduously passing the medicine into his mouth...
After feeding him four pills, Ning Xixi's face turned as red as a cooked shrimp. She used her hand to cover her face, trying to cool herself down.
What am I doing... Ugh... So embarrassing!
On the bed, Ji Yebai's eyelids twitched, and he gradually regained consciousness.
He could feel his body was very hot, burning.
His head was heavy and dizzy, but luckily not as much as before.
Classic fever symptoms, Brother Zhiyang truly didn't deceive me.
"Erxi..." he called hoarsely. Seeing him awake, Ning Xixi quickly leaned in close to his handsome face, "Dabai, how are you feeling? Is it very uncomfortable?"
"It's nothing, not uncomfortable."
Slap.
Ning Xixi, angry, lightly hit his arm, but so softly it was almost negligible.
