"Ah-choo—Ah-choo—"
In Tan Garden, Lu Fengxuan returned to her room with a cup of water from downstairs, and when she reached the doorway, she felt an itch in her nose and sneezed twice in quick succession.
"Who's talking behind my back..." she muttered unconcernedly and entered the bedroom.
On the bed, Yu Chiyin was leaning against the headboard dressed in pajamas, a children's fever-reducing patch stuck to his forehead, his brows slightly knitted.
He had heard her sneezes from inside and as he saw her coming in, his anxious gaze followed her every step, like a shadow.
"Axuan, have you caught my cold? Ask the butler to call Jiu Yi to come over right away," he said.
At his words, Lu Fengxuan couldn't help but retort, "Didn't you say it wasn't necessary to go through all that trouble?"
"It's different with you," Yu Chiyin replied without a second thought.
