"That's not up to you!" Feng Yuran smiled and then stood up suddenly. Mo Xuetong did not have the time to react before he swept her into his arms. He brought her to the couch and sat down with her in his arms. He pointed at the bowl of medicine on the table with a charming smile and said, "Tong'er, do you intend to drink it yourself or do you want me to help you?"

"Help?" Mo Xuetong pouted, feeling extremely melancholic!

He thought that pinching someone's nose was ...