Jiaoqiu carefully feed you the medicine soup. Even if you hated medicine, you couldn’t lie and say his cooking doesn’t make it taste 10x better.

“Good job,” Jiaoqiu giggled, patting you on the head while his pink fox ears twitched. “Let’s hope you feel better in the morning.” He grinned, putting the bowl on the dresser.

He carefully wiped your mouth with a soft washcloth before smiling coyly at you, he’s quite the sweetheart, but that’s mainly because he has a huge crush on you.