After an accidental death, Shi Lan travels through various worlds to help those female supporting characters who were cannon foddered achieve their wishes and live anew.
She experiences vario...
"Lan Niang, wake up, it's time to take your medicine," Yue Zhan gently pinched her cheeks. They were smooth and soft, and he couldn't help but touch them a few more times.
Shi Lan frowned, reluctantly opened her eyes, and raised her hand to slap the large hand that was messing with her face.
Yue Zhan instinctively tried to dodge, but then abruptly stopped.
Shi Lan's small hand landed on the big hand as she wished, making a crisp 'smack' sound.
Shi Lan opened her eyes, her morning grumpiness kicking in, and said irritably, "What do you want?"
Yue Zhan chuckled, picked up the medicine bowl, and held it to Shi Lan's lips. "The medicine is ready. Drink it while it's hot."
Upon hearing the word "medicine," Shi Lan immediately recalled the bowl of soup she had drunk that morning, and her stomach felt uncomfortable as the undigested soup dumplings churned.
Shi Lan suddenly pushed Yue Zhan away, leaned over the bed, and vomited repeatedly.
Fortunately, Yue Zhan was agile and nimble, and even when pushed, he managed to keep the medicine from spilling a single drop.
He put down the medicine bowl, gently patted her back, and asked with concern, "What happened?"
As he spoke, he looked up at Zhu'er, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
Zhu'er's heart trembled, and she hurriedly knelt down, saying, "Reporting to my husband, my wife only ate some soup dumplings just now. I warmed them up myself before bringing them over, so there's absolutely no mistake."
Shi Lan gagged twice but nothing came out; she just felt a bitter taste in her mouth. "It's not her fault; I feel sick whenever I hear about taking medicine."
Hearing this, Yue Zhan wasn't surprised. He had seen how difficult it was for her to take medicine before, but he hadn't expected such a strong reaction this time. However, illness requires treatment; even if she didn't want to drink it, he had to find a way to get her to. Sweet Fruit had done a very good job in this regard. Now it was just a matter of whether this Lady Han had the ability to get this picky little chubby girl to willingly drink the medicine. (To be continued.)