Xiao Yu struggled, but couldn't escape those ever-present thin lips. She swallowed the medicine as her throat moved, then choked and coughed. Gong Ting lightly patted her back and, after she caught her breath, he repeated the process, feeding her more than half a cup of water mouth-to-mouth, before gently laying her back in bed.
Xiao Yu's cheeks were flushed, her breath gradually steadied, and she once again fell into a deep sleep.
Gong Ting dismissed the servants and lay beside her, looking at her with open eyes. Her long, black hair softly clung to her neck, and her well-shaped eyebrows made her features look pleasantly comfortable; her skin was so fair and delicate that it was almost devoid of any pores.
Actually, someone like her wouldn't stand out in a crowd, but the more you looked at her, the more comfortable she made you feel, and the prettier she seemed.
He still didn't understand why he had come over tonight, what he was hoping for?
