The Competition

He Miao rolled her eyes. Why was this person being so weird for no reason?

Jing Yan threw the bag in his hand to her and criticized her sternly, "You didn't even remember to take your medicine."

So she had left in a hurry last night and had forgotten to take her medicine along. He Miao's expression softened, and she smiled. "Thank you."

Jing Yan turned his head away, his ears turning pink. His eyes were focused and gentle. "Are you thanking me like this?"

"What else?" He Miao blinked and looked at him in confusion.

Jing Yan turned around and said with a wicked smile, "You should say thank you, brother."

He Miao nodded in realization. Under Jing Yan's expectant gaze, she picked up the medicine bottle and shook it. "So Grandpa Jing didn't ask you to come, but you came to give me the medicine of your own accord?"