Antaotao clutched her palm tightly, and her heart jumped wildly. It was her initiative to kiss Mr. King's lips. Although it was just feeding medicine, she still felt ashamed of it.

After feeding one mouthful after another, the soup finally ended, and An Taotao felt his lips begin to tingle.

She left Mr. King's lips and held the soup bowl tightly in her hand. Her cheeks were as red as apples, and she did not even dare to look at him.

Antaotao lay on her side of the haystack and finally fell asleep.

The next day it was still raining, and there was no sign of stopping. An Taotao woke...