"Mnnfff!" She shook her head while her lips and nose scrunched upwards disgusted. You could tell she was never a fan of these weird soups. Her eyes were still closed, and good enough; only dim lights were left on, illuminating the entire bedroom.
He withdrew his hand, swallowed a mouthful of the soup, and pressed his lips on hers trying to feed her. She instinctively opened her mouth welcoming that kiss, and he fed her the sobering soup to the last bit.
"Since you don't want to drink it willingly, I would have to find ways to feed you." She was stubborn and knew she wouldn't drink the soup willingly. This was the woman he had loved for ages; how could he not know her?
"Mnnhuff!" She left like vomiting when that soup touched her stomach. She regurgitated for a few seconds but didn't vomit; Huo Ting Cheng gently massaged her tummy, trying to relieve her discomfort, and felt sad seeing her so uncomfortable like that.
