After getting the alcohol, Luo Mengmeng applied it to his chickenpox just as he had done for her that day, gently dabbing it on.
Strangely enough, not a single one had appeared on his face, as if the chickenpox were too scared to ruin his handsome features.
On other parts of his body, there were only a few chickenpox, unlike her previous experience of having a whole cluster, densely packed and itchy, with many more importantly on her face.
So, while applying the alcohol, Luo Mengmeng couldn't help but feel envious and resentful, "Gu Zhihan, how come you have so few chickenpox?"
Gu Zhihan squinted his eyes and stared at the young girl, "From what you're saying, it seems like you wish I had a lot more."
"How could that be!" Mengmeng suddenly became excited and glared at him, "I like you so much, how could I possibly want you to have more."
Gu Zhihan couldn't help but chuckle. He was just joking, but she took it seriously.