"Wait for me for a while more," Shi Xiaoya said, then ran off.
Not long after, she came back with a box of pills.
"I'll take this with me. When we reach the airport, buy a bottle of water and you can take one," Shi Xiaoya said.
Han Zhuoling glanced at it and saw that it was a box of flu pills and said, "I don't have the flu."
"Who said so? Just now at the balcony, your voice was already hoarse," Shi Xiaoya said, showing that her ears were sharp.
Han Zhuoling: "…"
Was that because he felt cold?
Yet he could not tell Shi Xiaoya the truth, which frustrated him badly.
"Then you have one too later." Han Zhuoling felt that he could not be the only one taking the pill. If she could think of that tone as a hoarse voice from the flu, she had to take one herself too.
"Huh? I'm fine. Why should I take flu medicine when I'm fine?" Shi Xiaoya pouted.
