Jian Yufei's gaze shifted away from the television, "Is taking medicine really that unbearable for you? It's not like I'm asking you to take poison!"
Ruan Tianling laughed, "There's no need for me to take medicine, my immune system is excellent, and a little cold like this will soon pass."
"What if it doesn't get better and becomes more serious?"
"It won't, I'm in good spirits, it's impossible for it to get worse." Ruan Tianling said with confidence.
Jian Yufei thought to herself, you take cold showers every day, it'd be a wonder if your cold did get better.
"Forget it, I can't argue with you. If it gets worse, I'll see what you have to say then!" She snatched the apple from his hand and took a crisp bite.
Aunt Li came out carrying the cut fruit and said to Ruan Tianling, "Young Master, you should still take your medicine, don't spread it to Miss Jian."
Ruan Tianling frowned, "Spread it?"
