"Just one of them alone can't effectively cure the illness. Taking medicine is just to consolidate the effect and help you recover faster, understand?"
Little Nuomi was feeling dizzy and simply buried her little head in his arms, refusing to listen or look.
Her ostrich-like posture made Mu Jingxi chuckle, and he stepped back, compromising, "How about daddy talks to the doctor and tries to get you sweet-tasting tablets, okay?"
"Daddy, you have to keep your word."
A small hand reached out from his embrace, wanting to make a pinky promise.
Mu Jingxi couldn't help but laugh, kissing the back of her hand, "Okay, daddy keeps his promises."
In the vast dining room, the father and daughter had their meal afterward.
Mu Jingxi held Little Nuomi, feeding her half a bowl of soup, then she turned her head refusing to drink more.
Sick and lacking appetite, she hadn't eaten much rice, took a few bites of vegetables, and then buried her head back into his arms.
