Zhou Lin never wanted to take medicine when he fell ill, and last time he had a fever, it was Cheng Zhiwei who took advantage of his weakness to stuff the medicine into his mouth.
This time...
Cheng Zhiwei considered the possibility of repeating that act. One of his hands was immobilized, and he probably didn't have enough strength to stop her, right?
She felt a little restless.
Zhou Lin watched her, tilting his head slightly. He saw through her every little thought.
His heart couldn't help but flutter with a sense of pride and delight.
She still cared about him.
But he couldn't let her see that he was actually looking forward to that kind of thing.
Zhou Lin turned his gaze away, pretending not to notice her intentions, and hummed deliberately, "I've said I won't take the medicine, Cheng Zhiwei. Can't you understand?"