C27 Sneaking Blood

Not only did Chen Yu not want to laugh anymore, he also wanted to scold someone.

"No." With a bitter face, Chen Yu chose to open his mouth and drink the soup. The soup flowed into his mouth and carried a slightly bitter medicinal taste. However, it was covered by the sweet jujube taste. His mouth was filled with a rich sweetness.

Being fed by Moh Feng, Chen Yu lazily leaned against the bed