Yu Siting had never liked taking medicine, and now with the bitter taste of it filling his mouth, he couldn't help but darken his expression, and his eyebrows also furrowed.
Xiao Xi merely glanced at him indifferently and asked, "Do you want some more water?"
Yu Siting shook his head with a cold expression.
"No need."
He was afraid she might pour him to death.
Xiao Xi smiled faintly and put away the water cup.
Xiao Yingyi saw Yu Siting's furrowed brows and reached out to press down on them.
"Uncle won't cry."
Xiao Yingyi probably inherited Yu Siting's dislike for taking medicine, so when she had a cold once, and had to take medicine every day, she would almost cry at the sight of it.
Now, seeing that Yan Xi had made Yu Siting take his medicine, she thought he would cry just like she did after taking medicine, so she hastened to comfort him.
But her comforting words were too few, so her small hand could only rest on Yu Siting's face to soothe him.
"Don't cry, don't cry."