"Achoo, achoo…"
Sneezing several times, Gu Qianqian rubbed her nose uncomfortably. But Bai Cen Xi asked with concern, "Do you have a cold?"
Although she didn't sleep at all last night, she was in Lu Zhanbei's arms all the time. Gu Qianqian couldn't possibly have caught a cold or gotten chilled. Where's the cold, anyway?
Maybe the sneeze was caused by an allergic reaction to something. However, she didn't want him to worry, so she joked, "No, my mum is probably talking about me."
"Do you really believe in that?"
Upon hearing that, Gu Qianqian managed to smile, "Just joking …"
Noticing her distracted look, Bai Cen Xi intelligently stopped asking. He then looked up and noticed a small fuzz sticking to the tip of her nose.
A white thing that looked like catkin, not knowing where it came from, he couldn't help but stop her, "Wait, there's something on your face …"
