Liuli coughed and scrutinized Lin Feiyuan closely, "Have you recovered from your illness?"
Lin Feiyuan nodded.
With deliberate provocation, Liuli jabbed at his heart, "Seeing the young marquis cured your illness? Since when did the young marquis become Master Lin's miraculous elixir?".
Lin Feiyuan glared at her, "Miss Liuli, you've become unlovable."
Bringing up exactly what shouldn't be mentioned.
Liuli wanted to laugh, but she deliberately kept a straight face, "Who asked you to fall ill at the wrong time? Being sick for three or five days is fine, but you went and stayed ill for over a month. Do you think the grain transport service in Jiangnan has been too stable these past two years, and so you just had to create some chaos and make your mistress sort it all out without getting a wink of sleep, exhausted to death—only then did you feel happy?"
Lin Feiyuan's face flushed with embarrassment, "Regarding that..."
