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."
After speaking, he stared intently at the pill for a while before slowly raising it to his mouth, took a cup of water, and forcefully suppressed his nausea, swallowing it down with great effort.
Instantly, Ling Momo’s warm eyes were filled with laughter; she slowly gave Li Qingshen the rest of the medicine, coaxing him in a soft whisper, "Take this too, be good..."
Li Qingshen frowned slightly, feeling a bit awkward but finding it effective—he obediently opened his mouth, and an elated Ling Momo promptly popped a handful of pills into it.
Li Qingshen drank a sip of water with disgust and swallowed the medicine with difficulty.
Of all things, the one Li Qingshen had least wanted to do since he was a child was to take medicine.
Neither Li Nian nor Wen Jiaran could sway him in the slightest.
And now, after taking the medicine, he felt particularly uncomfortable, continually drinking water, yet always feeling like something was stuck in his throat.
Nevertheless, Ling Momo went downstairs in an excellent mood to prepare porridge for him and, after watching him finish, dutifully went upstairs to look at the music scores.
Ling Momo’s spirits were exceptionally high all afternoon, even boasting to Enson on WeChat with pride, "I have to tell you in secret, that weirdo actually hates taking medicine; turns out he has a weakness too. Today I just made him take his medicine, humph!"
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Downstairs, Li Qingshen held his phone and saw this message, lost in thought for a moment, with a slight sense of loss in his heart...
So it wasn’t true concern, but a form of venting.
Li Qingshen’s lips curled in bitterness; deep down, there was still some disgust for him...
He sighed deeply, replied to her WeChat with just two words, "Haha," then shifted the conversation and talked to her about other things.
That evening, Ling Momo prepared some light food and brought it to Li Qingshen’s bedroom. After watching him finish, she continued to administer his medicine.
Li Qingshen was still very reluctant to take it; Ling Momo tugged on his sleeve, cajoling and acting spoiled.
Even though he knew she was pretending, Li Qingshen was still deceived by this facade, slightly sinking into it.
In the end, Li Qingshen still endured the discomfort and took the medicine, and at the moment he saw Ling Momo’s exceptionally bright eyes, a tender, indulgent warmth flickered in his own, wordlessly curving his lips.
That night, Li Qingshen fell asleep early. When he woke up the next day, his fever had subsided, and he felt quite spirited.