Bitter kiss

  "I don't even know how you've been taking care of your husband, it's already this late and you're just now coming to the hospital, if you were any later, the child wouldn't have made it."

  Fengchenmo didn't get angry at the doctor's accusation, instead he smiled and nodded, causing the female doctor to blush: "I'll definitely pay attention next time."

  Husband, husband...

  Along the way, I've been recalling what the doctor said, and my mouth corners keep rising involuntarily.

  Finally got the medicine, and hurried back to the ward with a sense of urgency.

  Xiao Xiao is sleeping soundly, with a peaceful expression.

  Fengchen Mo sat down beside her bed, carefully hitting her.

  Which one is the real you after all? Why did you protect me in front of that man named Shao Xuan?

  And why did you kiss me?

  The wind and dust stroked her face, vaguely feeling that there was still a warm and humid sensation.

  The hospital had a place to decoct Chinese medicine, Fengchun Mo endured the unpleasant smell inside and the different gazes of the crowd, lined up for half a day before finally taking the medicine bowl back.

  "Wake up and take your medicine."

  Xiao Xiao smelled the Chinese medicine scent, but she just frowned and refused to open her eyes.

  Feng Chenmo was somewhat amusing, but unexpectedly she wasn't afraid of heaven or earth, yet she was actually afraid of taking medicine.

  "Good boy, you'll be fine after eating." His tone became even more gentle.

  Xiao Xiao turned her face to one side, and Feng Chen Mo gently brought it back.

  Xiao Xiao pulled the quilt over her face again.

  Made up his mind was not to take medicine.

  The wind and dust moaned in sorrow and laughter, she herself was covered with a medicinal smell but didn't say anything, yet she flew into a rage.

  The corner of his mouth twitched: "You really won't drink?"

  There was no sound in the quilt, it just went down a bit more with its head.

  Fengchen Mo picked up the bowl, brought it to her lips, took a sip, then suddenly lifted the quilt and covered her mouth during the brief moment of her stunned expression.

  *sigh*...

  Her eyes widened in incredulity as she stared at him.

  The mouth was full of the bitter and astringent taste of Chinese medicine, the small face scrunched up into a ball, still resisting the invasion of wind, dust and ink. For a moment, hands and feet were busy, letting the liquid medicine flow all the way down to the esophagus.

  The tip of Fengchenmo's tongue still refused to leave, gently rubbing against her sensitive walls, occasionally entwining around his tongue, lightly sucking, her small face red almost to the point of bleeding, her rejecting hands were also fixed on top of her head by him.

  It wasn't until quite some time later that Feng Chen Mo finally left, satisfied.

  Savoring the aftertaste, she licked her lips again, and her gaze fell back onto the medicine bowl.

  He was as nervous as if he were facing a formidable enemy, hastily snatched the medicine bowl, drank it all in one breath, then heavily fell back onto the sickbed, sticking out his tongue and panting.