"She can’t eat like that, feeding her this way is just wasting medicine. Let’s wait for her to wake up," said the landlady, reminding him before she stopped mid-sentence.
That was because Li Qingshen had put the pills into his own mouth, then lowered his head, gently and carefully sealed Ling Momo’s lips with his, used his tongue to pry open her lips, and pushed the medicine into her mouth, all the way to her throat before he finally let her go. He reached out for a cup of water, took a sip, lowered his head, and slowly fed it to her, still pushing it to her throat, and then the water carried the pills into the girl’s stomach.
The landlady and the doctor hadn’t expected Li Qingshen to feed Ling Momo in such a manner, and they felt embarrassed for a moment before silently leaving the room, with the landlady considerately closing the door behind her.
Li Qingshen continued to administer the medicine to Ling Momo in the same manner. Follow current novels on N0velFire.ɴet
After the last pill was given, Li Qingshen finally breathed a sigh of relief, opened his eyes, and saw her pale face close up. His gaze softened, he slowly reached out, gently stroked her long hair, his tongue slowly retracted from her mouth, his lips still pressed against her soft lips, and after a long pause, he finally gently moved away.
Perhaps the injected medicine was taking effect, as the girl gradually stopped shivering, her breathing stretched out, seeming to fall into a deep sleep. Li Qingshen gently lifted his hand to cover her with the blanket, then sat beside her, his eyes tenderly and silently watching her, eyes filled with affection.
From time to time, Li Qingshen lifted his hand, touched her forehead, and around midnight, Ling Momo developed a fever again, murmuring in discomfort. Li Qingshen gently held her hand; she half-opened her eyes in a daze then closed them again, her small hand gripping his in return and falling back asleep until four in the morning when her fever finally subsided. Li Qingshen then sighed with relief, quietly withdrew his hand, took out keys from her bag, tiptoed out, drove to buy some porridge, and left the keys on the table along with it.
Li Qingshen walked to the bedside, where Ling Momo was sleeping soundly. He quietly watched her for a while, then slowly bent down and kissed her forehead, stayed there for a moment before he straightened up, covered her with the blanket, watched her silently for another moment, then picked up her mobile phone which was on a bedside table. He flipped through the call logs for a while before he lifted his hand and pressed delete. As a confirmation window popped up, Li Qingshen slightly lowered his eyelids and confirmed the action, placing the phone back on the table and quietly left with his car keys.
When Ling Momo woke up, it was already broad daylight. Perhaps due to the fever she had endured throughout the night, her body still felt weak, but her mind was fully alert. She lazily turned over and noticed a glass and medication on the bedside table, immediately furrowed her brows, then remembered that last evening, Enson seemed to have sent her a message. Quickly sitting up, she reached out, grabbed her phone, and indeed it was so.