I failed again

It was unknown how much time had passed before Mo Hanqi slowly woke up.

As soon as Mo Hanqi opened his eyes, he saw Song Shujing lying obediently in his arms. A huge sense of satisfaction rose in his heart, and he bent down and kissed Song Shujing on the forehead.

"Mr. Mo, it's time to get up and have breakfast." Song Shujing looked at Mo Hanqi and reminded him softly.

"Yeah." Mo Hanqi responded, let go of Song Shujing and sat up.

Song Shujing also sat up, and as he moved, his inner garment slid aside, revealing his jade-white chest. At this moment, his chest was covered with ambiguous red marks, the dogwood on it was as red as blood, and there was an obvious tooth mark.

Mo Hanqi turned around and saw this scene, and suddenly felt that it was not impossible to skip breakfast.

Mo Hanqi reached out and tidied up Song Shujing's messy underwear without looking away, then got up and got out of bed.

If he continued to watch, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back any longer.

But, no, he didn't care whether he had this breakfast or not, but Shu Jing had a bad spleen and stomach, so he had to have this breakfast.

After Mo Hanqi picked up the clothes that were thrown on the ground last night and put them into the dirty clothes basket, he came to the closet, took out two sets of clothes, put one of them aside, and then came to Song Shujing and helped him put on his clothes one by one.

Song Shujing stood there quietly and let Mo Hanqi do whatever he wanted. Sometimes he really felt that Mo Hanqi treated him like a puppet. Every day he liked to put nice clothes on him and dress him up brightly and handsomely.

I don’t know what this hobby of his is.

After putting on his clothes, Mo Hanqi pulled Song Shujing to the dressing table, asked Song Shujing to sit down, then picked up a comb to straighten his hair which was a little messy from sleeping, and then tied his hair up with a hair crown.

After doing all this, Mo Hanqi's hand slid down Song Shujing's soft long hair and said, "Sit here and wait for me."

"Yeah." Song Shujing responded, and waited for Mo Hanqi to put on his clothes and tidied everything before he was led by Mo Hanqi's hand to walk out of the inner room for breakfast.

After breakfast, Ye Yu had something to report, so Mo Hanqi went out, and Song Shujing went to the small study to read.

About half an hour later, a servant came in with a bowl of medicine, placed it gently on the desk, and called out to Song Shujing who was reading, "Mr. Song, it's time to take the medicine."

Upon hearing this, Song Shujing put down the book in his hand and glanced at the bowl of black, still steaming medicine on the table. He could already taste the bitterness in it before he even drank it.

"Master Song, this is the candied fruit that you specifically asked me to bring along." The servant opened the box of candied fruit and placed it on the desk, saying, "The longer this medicine is stored, the more bitter it becomes. You should drink it sooner rather than later."

Song Shujing slowly reached out his hand and steadily picked up the exquisite porcelain bowl. The steam in the bowl rose up, blurring his vision. Then, he picked up the silver spoon placed beside him, carefully reached into the bowl, and gently scooped up a spoonful of brown-black medicine.

When the spoonful of medicine came close to his mouth, a strong, unbearable bitter smell of Chinese medicine came to his nose. The bitterness seemed to have life, drilling straight into his nasal cavity, making him frown slightly involuntarily. However, despite his resistance to the bitterness, he still took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and resolutely put the spoonful of medicine into his mouth.

As soon as the medicine touched the tip of his tongue, the bitterness instantly swept through his entire mouth like a flood. He could feel that every taste bud was protesting against this terrible taste, but he still resisted the urge to spit it out, and instead swallowed it with a gulp.