C618 Hate Me?

Li Nuo held the bowl and drank, and still kept frowning. She looked up with a pitiful expression, and Feng Yimo immediately said, "Drink, don't leave!"

Lowering her head, she continued to drink the bitter, chuckle, and pitch-black medicinal juice.

After pouring her some warm water, Feng Yimo then continued to massage her forehead: "Do you feel better?"

Nodding his head