She rubbed her itchy nose while glancing at Yan Rusheng at the same time.
She didn't manage to cover her nose before she sneezed, and her saliva must have sprayed onto the dishes.
She was afraid that Yan Rusheng would feel disgusted, but instead, he gracefully picked up the chopsticks with his fair hand and leisurely proceeded to savor his favorite dishes.
His appetite wasn't in the least bit affected by her unglamorous sneeze.
"Missy, the weather has been cold these past few days. I'll have someone change your bedding with a thicker quilt. Don't catch a cold."
Aunt Zhang's voice suddenly sounded in her ears.
Pausing for a moment, she raised her head to glance at Aunt Zhang, then smiled and shook her head. "There's no need to change them. It's not cold at all."
But Aunt Zhang tried to insist, " It's better to change them. The weather has turned chilly, and you're sleeping all alone. You'll definitely feel cold."
