Ling Momo stubbornly held onto the medicine, refusing to leave, her eyes revealing an intense concern as she shared with an undertone of playfulness and charm, "Teacher, I'm really worried about you, please take your medicine."
Her voice was as soft as a gentle hand tenderly cradling his heart.
Li Qingshen's grip on her fingers slightly loosened, he lifted his gaze and quietly stared at Ling Momo.
The girl in front of him had skin as delicate and white as porcelain, her big eyes dark and adorable, filled with sincere concern.
A tremor raced through Li Qingshen's heart, and he involuntarily swallowed, the words of refusal just not able to leave his lips.
He softly lowered his eyelids and silently let go of the girl's hand, glanced twice at her palm, then picked a white pill, "This is fever-reducing medicine, I'll be fine if I take this."
