It's not easy to coax him into taking medicine. Due to my reckless behavior yesterday, Ling Yin could clearly feel the other person's rejection of him. He didn't think too much about it, liking someone is not a nasty thing, and he wouldn't actually do anything unsavory.
Ling Yin noticed that even in his sickly state, Hua Hua was very appealing, but it only made his heart ache more.
Without the frailty of a woman, he still didn't have the roughness of a big man.
He was thin, but aesthetically slim with a layer of thin muscles, including his aura. Only because of his illness, the skin on his face was unnaturally red.
Finally, he resorted to his ultimate weapon: "If you don't take the medicine, you'll have to get a shot. Do you want to choose?"
Hua Hua dreaded injections the most, stiffening his neck, almost crying without tears, while Ling Yin was amused, handing the medicine to his mouth, Hua Hua glared at Ling Yin angrily, "I hate taking medicine even more."
