many worries

Qiao Yu.

The kiss was so deep that Jing Yan sent in the rest of the medicine.

Qiao Yu was afraid of suffering, his tongue just touched the medicine juice, and before he had time to warn himself to pretend, he instinctively frowned, and his face shrank into a bitter ball.

Only then did Jing Yan let go of him, and asked, "Is it bitter?"

Qiao Yu hesitated for a moment, and nodded without lying.

Jing Yan wiped his lips with a cotton cloth, leaned over and kissed the corner of Qiao Yu's lips delicately, "It's good to know the suffering. You are not allowed to drink medicine, and we have agreed not to let you suffer."

He dealt with this matter very calmly. It seemed that Juezi Tang was not as important as Qiao Yu's frown, and he blew out the candles. Both of them got under the covers, and Jing Yan coaxed Qiao Yu to sleep.

That night, there was no wind, no rain, no dreams, and it was all a good sleep.