Su Zining's expression changed, "What, you can only live for another three months? What do you mean, do you have a terminal illness?"
Chen Yang clutched his chest and coughed twice, frowning, "Zi Ning, sister, don't be sad. Actually, my illness is very treatable."
Su Zining didn't believe him, "If it's so treatable, how come you only have three months to live? Tell me, what exactly are you suffering from?"
Chen Yang sighed, a sorrowful look appearing on his face, "The illness I have is quite strange, and somewhat embarrassing to talk about."
Su Zining said, "I've seen you naked when you were a child, what is there for you to hide from me?"
"I..."
"Stop 'I'-ing, just spit it out."
Chen Yang sneakily glanced at Su Zining, his facial expression changing, and said cheerfully, "My illness is called 'a hundred kisses from sister Zi Ning.' As long as sister Zi Ning kisses me a hundred times, I'll be cured."
Such an illness obviously didn't exist in the world.
