He was dazed for a few seconds when Vivian already brought the medicine bowl to his dry lips.
Ethan Hayes instinctively turned his head away, grumbling with a face full of disdain: "No, I don't want to take any medicine."
"Be good, take the medicine so you'll get better." Vivian looked at him helplessly and softly said, "You're still burning up."
"I don't want to take medicine." Ethan clutched the corner of the blanket with both hands and hid half his face, curling up in the bed, leaving only a pair of deep, dark eyes looking pitifully at Vivian and said, "Medicine is so bitter…"
"…"
His voice was full of grievance, and his deep eyes looked faintly red, as if a thin mist was fogging over his dark pupils. He lay in bed like a puppy abandoned in winter, curled up in a basket.
