In this world of a BL novel, I’ve died three times of the same rare disease as the sickly protagonist.
I couldn't accept dying such a pathetic death.
Thus, I took special measures.
'Let's try feeding a spoonful of the well-prepared medicine to the sickly protagonist!'
Young Master, I won’t miss a single drop of medicine, not even a breath!
I disguised myself as a servant to serve the sickly young master.
Even the spirit power from his breath would heal me, so what could be better than this!
But serving said individual was not easy…
“Get out! I said get out!! I’ve had enough of this!!! …Wait. What are you doing on your knees right now?”
“Young Master, if you’re going to throw it away, please throw it into my mouth.”
I said to him, who then withdrew his arm from throwing the medicine bottle in embarrassment.
“I wouldn’t mind if you just spray it onto my face instead…”
For a moment, his pupils dilated wildly.
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