Though Tao Qi felt terrible, he was still somewhat timid, afraid to make a fuss and worried that he might trouble Tan Jing.
After all, the family already had a bad impression of Tan Jing, if they knew that he had fallen ill after eating a meal with her, they would surely blame her!
Tao Qi gritted his teeth and decided to bear it a bit longer, hoping he might endure it; after all, it was just a bit of itchiness. He was a little man, he could certainly hold on!
When Tan Rou couldn't help but worry and came up with a glass of milk to check on Tao Qi and see if he was feeling any better, Tao Qi was already silently weeping in his bedroom, tormented by the pain and itchiness all over his body.
Tan Rou knocked on the door, "Tao Qi, do you feel uncomfortable? Come have a glass of milk."
In a daze, Tao Qi heard Tan Rou's voice, and for an instant, it seemed like a savior had arrived—Tan Rou had noticed he was unwell! She had come to find him!
