"What is she not supposed to tell me?" His eyes firmed on Mingxia as he asked again.
"Lixin, it is not what you think." Mingxia mumbled, running towards him. She gripped his shoulders, pulling him to a seat to rest.
He just recovered and getting mad wouldn't be good for his health, she reckoned, however, Lixin wasn't going to agree. He pushed her arm off his shoulders, the force making her stumble to the ground.
"Hey, That is not good! Mingxia was only trying to be nice!" Suyin yelled, helping Mingxia from the ground. "You are extremely cold," She mumbled, letting go off Mingxia's arm.
On hearing this, Lixin helped Mingxia up and took her to the chair, checking her temperature. Mingxia quickly got hold of his hand before he could lay it on her chest.
"I am alright. Just a fever,"
