Chapter 349 Si · Angling Beauty · Chu
Perhaps it was because Si Chu always appeared cold and haughty on normal days, that when he acted coquettishly, the contrast was strikingly cute, and Mingshu was unable to resist for more than two seconds under such an onslaught.
She fell silent for a moment, deeply berated herself from head to toe, and still reluctantly chose to succumb to his beauty.
The medicine had been sitting for a while, and now it was just the right temperature. Her slender, jade-like fingers gripped the spoon, carefully scooping up a spoonful of medicine and lifting it to Si Chu's lips.
He leaned against the Neck Pillow, his hair silky as satin cascading down over his shoulders. It was unclear whether he had become thinner from his busy days or if the clothes were ill-fitting, as they hung loosely on him, accentuating his frailty. Especially against his pale cheeks, there was indeed a hint of the beauty of an invalid.