Half an hour later, Ye Wuge returned with motion sickness medication.
Looking at Jiayin curled up on the bed in discomfort, Ye Wuge furrowed his brow as he walked forward, pulling down the blanket covering her head, and gently picked her up to lean against him, patting her little face, "Jiayin."
"What?" Jiayin murmured in discomfort with her eyes tightly shut, allowing him to pull her into his embrace.
"Be good, take the medicine."
Ye Wuge took out the medicine and brought it to Jiayin's lips.
"Not taking it." Jiayin pouted and turned away.
"Listen to me." Ye Wuge coaxed her.
Jiayin pushed his hand away directly, turning over to sleep.
With no other choice, Ye Wuge popped the medicine into his own mouth and lowered his head to kiss her.
"Mm, Ye Wu..."
Jiayin struggled to speak, but it was just the right moment for Ye Wuge to slip in.
