"Choo-choo—" Ye Jiuliang turned her head, sneezing uncontrollably.
"You must have caught a cold."
Hearing this, Li Mochan's brow furrowed slightly, "Should I have Wei Nan come over and prescribe some cold medicine for you?"
Ye Jiuliang rubbed her nose, her nasal voice quite heavy, "No need, it's just a minor cold. I'll find some medicine to take in a bit."
Li Mochan eyed her with suspicion, "Are you sure you don't need it?"
Ye Jiuliang's dark eyes shifted, and suddenly she leaned into his embrace, a teasing smile curving her red lips.
"Worried about me, huh?"
Her smile, with eyes curved into crescents, carried a hint of rascality, causing Li Mochan to unconsciously press his lips together.
Immediately after, a deep voice overflowed from his throat, "Since you're awake, go wash up."
"Li Mochan, why are your ears red again?" Ye Jiuliang lifted her head and keenly noticed the man's flushed ears, her smile growing more pronounced.
