Lin Nianhe curled up in the bed, her face red as a tomato.
The cold came on so quickly, it was like a slap in the face.
Luckily, today was a day off, so no need to call in sick.
You could say this cold was somewhat sensible.
Su Yuncheng placed a cool towel on her forehead, his brows furrowed: "Let's go to the clinic."
"No need, I'll be fine after some sleep." Her voice softened due to illness, sounding weak and coquettish.
As she spoke, she squinted her eyes slightly, a little hand stealthily reaching out from under the covers to hook onto the corner of Su Yuncheng's clothes.
The next second, her hand was caught and unmercifully pulled away, then stuffed back into the covers.
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Well, better to sleep.
Vaguely, Lin Nianhe heard Aunt Feng talking to Su Yuncheng, telling him not to worry about her and to go do whatever he needed. Later, it seemed like there were voices from Aunt Li and others.