"Come, take the medicine and then go to sleep," Duan Zhihao said in a gentle tone.
"No, it's too painful." Song Qingxiao gently pulled Duan Zhihao's hand. "The doctor said that my anxiety and syndrome are cured and I almost don't need to take medicine anymore. I won't take any medicine today. How about that, boyfriend?"
Duan Zhihao twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, thinking when did this girl learn to act like a baby?
"Why don't you call me husband and listen, I..."
"I'd better take medicine" he said and drove Duan Zhihao out of the door.
Intention: There is preference in the world