"Brother, it's bitter."
As soon as Qingqing heard about taking medicine, her little face scrunched up.
Wen Ran and Mo Xiuchen remained silent, just watching with gentle eyes as Ziyi coaxed Qingqing to take her medicine.
"Be good, it's just a tiny bit bitter. After you take the medicine, I'll give you some candy."
"...Okay."
Qingqing pursed her little lips and reluctantly nodded under the tender and smiling gaze of Ziyi, looking so aggrieved that it made people feel quite sorry for her.
Ziyi held Qingqing with one hand and took the medicine bowl from his father with the other, tasted it first himself, and then gently said, "Qingqing, brother tried it, it's not bitter. Come on, drink it up."
Qingqing frowned, hesitating for a few seconds, before drinking the medicine that Ziyi fed her.
"Brother, candy."
"Drink some more plain water first."
