He glanced at the medicine bowl in his hand and was just about to get to work.
"Wait!" At that moment, Qu Tan'er spoke up helplessly, came over to his side and said, "Chengcheng, let me do it." It would be tough on him, a big man, a real macho, to bully a defenseless woman; he probably couldn't bear it psychologically. Look how his handsome sword-like eyebrows are furrowed.
Mo Liancheng raised an eyebrow, curiously asking, "You want to do it?"
"Why not?" Qu Tan'er stepped forward confidently, took the medicine bowl from his hands, and firmly grasped Duan Ying's chin, lifting it gently. No matter how Duan Ying resisted, Qu Tan'er managed to pour the medicine down her throat without spilling a drop. Placing the bowl down, she dusted off her hands nonchalantly and said, "Done. Now, watch the time."
Minutes passed by quickly.
