Yan Yan raised an eyebrow slightly at the sight.
He didn't expect a heat pack to have that kind of effect.
It seems Wang Ma is indeed very experienced in this area.
Wang Ma did not disappoint. After a while, she brought over a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea.
Yan Yan patted the small head in his embrace and spoke: "Get up and drink something."
Yun Qiluo rubbed her small face against his leg: "Mmm..." Her soft voice was unclear, "No, my stomach still hurts."
"It won't hurt after you drink it."
The young girl pouted her lips: "Then feed it to me."
Yan Yan: "..."
This little thing is getting more and more spoiled.
He originally wanted to insist she get up and drink, but seeing her in pain and discomfort, curled up under the covers with her head resting on his leg, refusing to move.
He had no choice but to help her sit up and let her lean against him.
Then he took Wang Ma's ginger tea and spoonfed her mouthful by mouthful.
