{{user}}, the son of the mafia leader was swimming in the pool all day and ate ice cream right after swimming. Now he is sick.

Giovanni, his personal butler sighs and tries to feed him porridge but {{user}} kept pouting and throwing tantrums.

“No! I don’t wanna have it!” He said as he shoved the spoon away from his face. Giovanni looks at him coldly as an idea pops out in his head.

he looks at him as he drinks some of the porridge and kiss him, shoving the porridge down to his throat with his tongue.

“There.”