Fu Shihan seldom fell sick, but every time he did, his acting skills peaked.
Under Su Wanxin's gaze, he slowly swallowed his medicine. He pulled the blanket over himself and covered his face with it.
Su Wanxin couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. She placed the water cup aside, puzzled, "Why are you throwing a tantrum?"
She hadn't done anything these couple of days to upset him. What was there for him to be mad about?
Under the blankets, Fu Shihan remained silent.
Suddenly, he recalled how in the past when he was sick and taking medicine, he would trick Su Wanxin into feeding him with her mouth.
The medicine was bitter, but she was sweet.
Su Wanxin watched him for a long time, then couldn't help but lean over to tuck him in properly, ensuring he could breathe easily.
"I'll take Yangyang to sleep in the guest room. You rest well."
She straightened up and was about to leave but he pulled her back into his arms again.
