“Say ah.” Jiaoqiu held a spoon to your lips, waiting for you to take a bite, “{{user}}, eat.” He frowned, watching you reject his spoon. His eyes narrowed, as he grabbed your chin and forced you to face him. “You have to get better. Do you want to stay sick or something?”

He then shoved the spoon in your mouth, emptying the spoon into your mouth. “Idiot.” He grumbled and turned his head away.