been years since we last met, but Auntie still remembers me." 。Mu Shaochen is humble and polite. 。Lin Jinran maintained some distance, "My mother has always had a good memory, besides she was just in...This was Fu Mo Han's first time sleeping on the sofa, but thinking of the uncleaned bed and the woman who slept too soundly...

He still reluctantly slept on the couch for one night.

At dawn, Lin Jintao, who was half asleep, vaguely heard a low moan of pain.

The sound, not near nor far, pierced into her eardrum, each note a hammer blow against her slumber.

Lin Jin was woken up by the noise. She struggled to open her blurry eyes, feeling pain all over her body. Even a slight movement of her hand brought on a throbbing ache.

She felt a mix of grievance and relief. If it had been her right hand, she would have been even more miserable!

"Uh..." The low groan that had disturbed her dream again, seemed to be laced with pain.

Lin Jinran braced her aching body and looked toward the sound, stunned.

Fu Mo'han lay on the sofa, his eyes tightly closed. His usually cold and handsome face was now pale and bloodless, with a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead. He twisted his whole body, clutching his stomach with pain as if he was suffering terribly.

When Lin Jin saw him like this, he was startled.

Is he sick

Lin Jinran hurriedly lifted the quilt and put on her shoes, walking to the sofa. She squatted down and gently pushed Fu Mochen's arm with concern, "Fu Mochen, wake up, wake up, what's wrong with you Where are you uncomfortable Do you need me to call a doctor"

"Be quiet!"

Her thin lips moved, a familiar and chilling sneer that silenced Lin Jinran.

Fu Mochen opened his eyes, his dark pupils flashing with a moment of confusion before hardening. He stared at the woman in front of him and ordered, “Go to the drawer on the bedside table and bring me the medicine!”

Lin Jinran sighed helplessly, even though he's sick like this, he's still so fierce!

She didn't dare delay, immediately stood up and walked towards the bed, pulling open the bedside drawer. There was only a box of medicine inside.

< > Stomach medicine. < >

At this moment, Lin Jinran only then remembered that Zhang Sao had told her yesterday that Fu Mo Han had a stomach ailment and was cooking soup for him to drink.

However, yesterday she was really too tired, and besides, serving men had made her forget about it a long time ago.

Lin Jinran stopped thinking and poured another cup of warm water. She brought the medicine and warm water to Fu Mo'han.

"Take your medicine," she said.

Fu Mo Han took the glass of water and stomach medicine from Lin Jin Ran's hand, swallowed it in one gulp, and then drank a few more mouthfuls to wash it down.

The effect of medicine won't kick in immediately, there needs to be a buffer.

Lin Jinran saw this with his own eyes, pursed his lips, stood up, and strode out the door.

Fu Mo's sword brows furrowed, he didn't understand what she was doing.

Never mind what she does, it's none of his business!

He closed his eyes, furrowed his brow, and endured, waiting for the medicine to take effect.

A minute later, a slight "click" sound, and the bedroom door opened once more.

Lin Jinran held a tray in her hand, on which there was warm soup that had been stewing overnight.

She brought the bowl to the man who was still sleeping, placing it on the side table and softly saying, "This is Zhang Sao's soup for you. Drink some to warm your stomach"

The man lying on the sofa said nothing, as if he hadn't heard a word.

Lin Jinran looked at Fu Mo's pale face with a bit of helplessness, her stomach must hurt terribly.

When she was little, she didn't listen to her mother and ate a lot of popsicles, which made her suffer greatly.

Even after taking medicine, I felt extremely uncomfortable.

She remembered her mother would gently place her warm palms over her stomach, slowly massaging it to ease her pain.

"Or, how about I give you a massage Maybe that'll help take the edge off." Lin Jinfan suggested softly.

Fu Mo'han's tightly closed black eyes suddenly opened, staring straight at her.low on the wall, painting the decorations with a mellow hue.With a twitch of his finger, Lin Jinran could barely muster the energy to turn over. He stared blankly at the ceiling, wondering if what he'...