Unconditional Love
She climbed the bed and placed Rio's head on her chest carefully as the black-haired beauty embraced him in a hug.
He watched her affection-filled face and felt his face getting pressed on her firm chubby melons.
An aromatic scent of lily invaded his nostril as Rio's cheeks could feel the warmth of Layla's skin.
Rio enjoyed the sensation but he was too sick to get excited about it.
Layla was a black stage warrior so she had enough strength to lift him up with one hand.
She picked up the bowl from the table beside them and feed him hot soup with a spoon as if spoon-feeding a toddler.
Rio didn't dare to say anything just drank the delicious soup quietly like a little boy although he was 15 this year and Layla was 18.
After the bowl was empty, She put it aside and took the medicine to give him as he was hugged by her like a little child.
"Good boy..." Layla said with a smile as he finished consuming them.