Just thinking, when Beichen Rui walked out of the bedroom, I already knew what he was up to without guessing.
When he came back, he was holding a porcelain bowl.
Perhaps because of drinking traditional Chinese medicine for a period of time, she is now particularly sensitive to its smell. Even before Beichen Rui reached her, she already smelled the pungent medicine.
She grabbed a throw pillow and hugged it to her chest, looking at Beichen Rui with full alertness.
"Can I not drink it?"
As he approached the sofa, Ye Xinluo spoke first, staring straight at him, with something subtly throbbing in her eyes, looking quite pitiful.
"No." Beichen Rui replied firmly.
Even though seeing that look of hers always makes him want to relent, this was for her own good, no amount of pleading would work.
Seeing that it didn't work, Ye Xinluo deflated like a punctured ball, immediately drooped her head, retracted her legs onto the sofa, pouted, and refused to reach out to take it.
