"Wife …" Ji Wanzhou said weakly, "I really can't drink anymore. I will vomit after drinking it. Really."
Meng Qingge looked at Ji Wanzhou's conflicted and reluctant expression and believed that what he said was true. She then said to Old Bai, "Help me get a piece of candy. One is fine."
Seeing that Ji Wanzhou didn't say anything, Old Bai then opened Meng Qingge's bag and took out a piece of candy.
Meng Qingge prefers peach flavors, so the bag is filled with peach flavors of fructose.
"Wife …" Ji Wanzhou shouted pitifully again. Why does he have the feeling that even if he can't drink anymore, Meng Qingge will still forcefully pour the soup into his mouth?
"Drink this medicine." Meng Qingge looked at Ji Wanzhou's face with determination and determination in her eyes. She pursed her lips and said, "Drink it and I'll kiss you."