He had just been in a daze for a few seconds, and the medicine bowl in Yu Wanwan's hand had already been directly sent to his thin lips.

Han Ye subconsciously turned his head away, and muttered with disgust on his face: "Don't, I don't want to drink medicine." ”

"Be good, drink the medicine, and the disease will be cured." Yu Wanwan looked at him helplessly, and said to him softly, "You still have a fever." ”

"I don't want to drink medicine." Han Ye dragged the corners of the quilt with both hands, covered half of his face, and shrunk into the quilt, leaving only a pair of dark and deep eyes outside, looking at Yu Wanwan pitifully and said: "The medicine is so bitter......"

“……”

His voice was full of grievances, a pair of deep eyes were faintly red, and there seemed to be a shallow layer of mist on his black pupils, and he was so pitifully in the bed, like a puppy abandoned by his owner in winter, shrunk in a basket.

Yu Wanwan looked at him, slightly stunned, and a trace of distress inexplicably appeared in her heart, she lowered her voice, and said to Han Ye as gently as possible: "This medicine is not so bitter, you obediently drink the medicine, and when you are cured, don't you need to drink the medicine?" ”

"Don't ......" Han also shrank in the quilt and shook his head, and said in a firm tone: "You take the medicine away." ”

Yu Wanwan glanced at him helplessly, and after a moment of silence, he still put the medicine bowl in his hand back on the bedside table.

"Okay, then I'll take the medicine first." After she finished putting the medicine bowl, she turned her head, looked at Han Ye with a pair of black and white eyes, and asked, "Then you tell me, how can you be willing to drink the medicine?" ”

Han was also in a high fever, looking at Yu Wanwan in front of him in a daze, only feeling as if he was dreaming.

The smile on her face looked warm, and her voice was soft and gentle.

When people are sick, it is the most fragile time psychologically, Han has also been sick and feverish since he was a child, and when he was sick and feverish, he suddenly talked to him so gently at this moment, which made him can't help but want to be coquettish.

"I want to kiss ......" Han also held back for a long time, thinking that he was dreaming anyway, so he just wanted to ask for something.

“……”

Kiss??

Yu Wanwan looked at him with a pitiful look, hesitated for a moment, and finally leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

His forehead was hot and the temperature was surprisingly high.

After Yu Wanwan's soft lips kissed him lightly on his forehead, he hurriedly urged him: "Okay, kiss it, drink the medicine quickly." ”

"I still want to hug ......" Han Ye only felt a chill on her forehead, and before she could feel the softness of her lips, she had already left.

“……”

Yu Wanwan pursed her lips, looked at Han Ye lying in the quilt, and had to open her arms and give him a bear hug with the quilt.

A sweet breath exclusive to her instantly surrounded Han Ye.

Although he was separated by a quilt, when he was hugged tightly by Yu Wanwan, a full sense of security rose in his heart.

"Is it okay??" After Yu Wanwan hugged Han Ye, he let go of his hand, and asked him in a soft and glutinous voice, "Can I drink medicine now?" ”

"Still hold it ......high," Han Ye blinked, his voice confused.

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