Fu Yanlin coughed, looking piteous, "Wen Sheng, do you have any cold medicine at home? I was waiting for you outside and caught a cold. Now I've a sore throat."
With suspicious doe eyes, Wen Sheng looked at him and said, "Fu Yanlin, stop acting. You intentionally made yourself sick back at Tangxi."
Fu Yanlin, knowing his scheme had been uncovered, did not bother defending himself, but gently ruffled Wen Sheng's hair, smiling indulgently, "I know you're clever, and I can't hide anything from you. I wasn't playing the pity card, just looking for an excuse to spend more time with you—but now, I really am still sick and feeling worse. Do you really think I could resist you this long without kissing you?"
He coughed again when he finished speaking.
Only then did Wen Sheng start to believe his cough might be real.
Maybe he really wasn't better yet.
But he's just a wily old fox with clever tricks. Would it not be a loss for her if she showed mercy easily?
