Li Qingshen stared at the empty doorway, frowning slightly, gripping the towel in his hand more tightly. His handso face took on an uncertain expression.
When Ling Momo ca back, Li Qingshen was raising his hand, massaging his temples. Ling Momo walked up to him and offered the water and dicine, "Teacher, take your dicine."
Li Qingshen stopped what he was doing, looked at the dicine in Ling Momo’s hand, and frowned, a clear look of disgust flashing in his eyes.
However, his expression didn’t change much. He just nodded lightly and said, "Put it there, I’ll take it later."
Ling Momo thought about the pills in the trash can and her eyes darted around. Sa old tricks?
If she left now, he would definitely throw the dicine away again!
Imdiately, Ling Momo pursed her lips, putting on an obedient expression, and smiled sweetly at Li Qingshen, "The water will be cold later, Teacher. Take it now."
Ling Momo didn’t forget to push the pills even closer to Li Qingshen.
Li Qingshen’s brows knitted together, and he quickly turned his head away, breathing erratically, yet his expression remained calm, his tone even, "It’s okay."
Although Li Qingshen maintained his usual elegance and nobility, Ling Momo still clearly caught the panic he felt as the dication neared his lips.
At once, a bright light flashed in Ling Momo’s eyes. This was really interesting!
The great god was actually, actually afraid of dicine!
Ling Momo’s heart began to secretly rejoice. She had finally found his weakness. She wasn’t going to let him get away this ti!
"Teacher, you’re sick now. How can it be okay?" Ling Momo put on an extrely caring facade, her voice soft and tender, "You need to take your dicine to reduce the fever."
A hint of disapproval flickered in Li Qingshen’s eyes. It was clear that he wasn’t willing to compromise, simply giving a perfunctory reply, "Mhm, I know."
But what good is knowing?
It’s only useful if you take it!
And she was determined to watch him struggle as he took the dicine he disliked the most!
Looking at Li Qingshen, Ling Momo’s eyes turned again, and she quickly thought up an even better excuse. "Teacher, you’re sick, and as your student, it’s my duty to take care of you. So, let feed you the dicine."
Ling Momo’s voice was crisp. As she spoke, she placed the cup of water on the side table and picked up a few pills, extending them toward Li Qingshen’s lips.
When Li Qingshen heard "let feed you the dicine," he was montarily distracted, involuntarily thinking of that night when she had a cold and fever, and how he’d had to press his lips to hers to give her dicine.
By the ti he ca back to his senses, Ling Momo’s slender fingers were already holding the dicine to his lips. He suddenly felt nauseated, his composed expression instantly becoming disordered. Without thinking, he raised his hand, grabbed her wrist, and pushed her hand away, his tone cool, "I’ll take it myself later, you go out."
Hearing Li Qingshen’s cold tone frightened Ling Momo a little.
But if she gave up halfway, then she wouldn’t get to see the pained expression on his face when he took the dicine, would she?
Moreover, he was sick and should take his dicine!
Even though she was watching with a sowhat schadenfreude mindset, it was also for his own good!
Ling Momo stubbornly held the dicine, unwilling to leave. Looking at Li Qingshen with a genuine concern that filled her eyes, her tone slightly tinged with coquettishness and cuteness, "Teacher, I’m really worried about you. Please, take the dicine."
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