No matter how many customers you face, you won’t have such a headache
There's nothing I can do about her
"Baby, you have to drink, or I'll feed you something to drink," Mo Weichen said in a good temper.
Shu Ye still had a sullen face. He was eating just now but now he put down his bowl.
I really am not in the mood to eat.
If you want to ask her to drink, then don’t try to make her look good to you.
Mo Weichen walked to her side, picked up the bowl of soup, and took a sip.
Before Shu Ye could react, his lips had already met Shu Ye's mouth.
Slowly pour the soup into his innermost part
Shu Ye stared at him blankly and said, "You are shameless." His face turned red.
So cute, very shy like that little kid
"I don't mind feeding you like this if you drink it," Mo Weichen said like a ruffian.
Don’t forget to stick out your tongue and lick your lips
If I weren't going to attend a banquet now, I really want to hold my baby under me and have a good love.
Those lips feel so damn good
The moment you touch it, it feels warm and moist
In addition, her body already has a tea scent, and the sweet taste feels great.
Nothing in the world is as delicious as her lips
Shu Ye lowered his head shyly and muttered these things
I didn’t want to drink it at first, but after thinking about it I decided not to drink it.
It’s not that I don’t know his temper, although it’s very gentle.
But you will never give in on certain things
If you don't follow his request, you don't know how you will die.
He will try his best to make you surrender and torture you until you don’t know how to persist anymore
Pick up the soup, hold the spoon, and gently shake the soup
Blow gently with your mouth, and the faint medicinal smell floats to your nose
Shu Ye frowned, feeling extremely miserable.
The medicine for hair loss is not sweet or fragrant.
Mo Weichen saw her hesitating and still didn't want to drink.
He took the soup from her hand and blew it slowly.
It felt like the temperature was almost there, so I put a spoon on my lips and the temperature was just right.
The low voice was a little helpless
"It's fine now. The temperature is just right. You can just drink it like this. It doesn't matter. You won't smell the medicine."
Shu Ye didn't answer, just looked at him pitifully.
It's like saying, can you not drink it? It looks like I want to vomit.
"If it doesn't work, just hold your nose and drink. Drink quickly.
It's going to get cold later, we have to attend the banquet." Mo Weichen looked at the baby and really couldn't do anything to her.
Shu Ye had no choice but to pick up the bowl of soup as if he was about to go to the execution ground.
After drinking it in one breath, it didn't seem that bad. The soup felt similar to chicken soup, but the faint medicinal smell made her not very comfortable.
[I’ve been updating one chapter as soon as I write one. I still have a lot of things to do during the Chinese New Year. Please understand.]