嬌妻難逃

Chapter 043

Little Zhao's body was still a little hot, and his cheeks were abnormally red. The child was listless. He was leaning his head against her chest.

Song Luan was so worried, but she could only wait for Zhao Chao to prepare the antipyretic medicine and send it to the kitchen for boiling. She wanted to fetch some water to wipe his body, because he was extraordinarily sticky from his own sweat. He tightly grabbed her clothes and refused to let go. He shook her head. "Mother, don't go."

Song Luan's heart softened, so she held him and didn't let go. Fortunately, the antipyretic medicine was soon ready, and the black medicine was still steaming with hot water. Song Luan took the hot medicine bowl and blew it cold. Then, she fed her son a spoonful of the medicine.

This medicine smelled bitter, but little Zhao didn't cry or even frown.

He swallowed it.

The bitter medicine was fed to him smoothly. Song Luan took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth for him. She looked at him painfully and asked, "Is the medicine bitter or not?"

Little Zhao nodded, "Bitter."

Are there any medicine that are not bitter?

Song Luan ordered grandma Lin to bring up some candied fruits. She coaxed her son, "It won't be bitter if you eat some candied fruits."

Little Zhao picked out two candied fruits from her palms. "Father said that I can't eat too much. If I eat too much, my teeth will be broken."

No matter how distorted Zhao Nanyu's character was, Song Luan couldn't deny that he really taught his son very well. His rules were sensible.

After feeding the medicine, the temperature on little Zhao's forehead went down a little bit. It wasn't as hot as before.

Song Luan stuffed him very carefully into the quilt, afraid that he would freeze. She pinched her son's soft cheek and said, "Go to sleep."

Take medicine and then go to sleep. This would make him better.

His eyes were wide open, and the dark eyes followed her closely. He was reluctant to move or close his eyes. He refused to sleep.

Song Luan smiled, lowered her head and asked softly, "Why don't you sleep?"

It was reasonable that people would get sleepy after taking medicine.

Adults were more vulnerable than usual when they are sick.

He reached out his hands from the quilt and looked at Song Luan with eyes. "I want to hug mother."

His eyes were big and round. Song Luan couldn't resist the expectation in his eyes and the kind of pleading. She just took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. Little Zhao hugged her neck and smiled at her sweetly.

Song Luan seldom saw this child smile. He usually had no expression on his face.

Song Luan patted him on the shoulder and asked, "You can't sleep?"

Little Zhao's brain was still a little dim. With a strong nasal sound, he replied in a milk voice, "Mm-hmm. "

Before, when his mother didn't like him, he had never been held by her, slept with her, or cared for as carefully as he was today.

Later, when his mother treated him better and better, he was happy, but grew dissatisfied because he could only meet her for a few days.

Apart from having lunch with his mother every day, he spent most of his time in the front yard. It could be seen that although his father loved him, he didn't like him sleeping with his mother very much.