"Hm?" Jie Jingchen lowered his eyes, his gaze gentle as he looked down at her. Seeing her struggle, a smile couldn't help but spread across his lips.
Qin Mei looked up, glared at him, and complained, "Jie Jingsi, you have hives, you're not missing an arm and a leg."
"Aren't hives an illness?" Jie Jingchen challenged.
"It's an illness, that's true, but..."
"When I was little and got sick, my mom always took great care of me," Jie Jingchen said, sounding aggrieved.
Qin Mei was amused by his act. "Alright, alright, I'll take great care of you too."
"Not just physically. You have to look after my feelings too," Jie Jingchen said, pushing his luck.
Qin Mei rolled her eyes. 'I really want to snap back at him. I'm not his mother, so why should I have to look after his feelings? I'm in a mood myself right now, so who's going to look after my feelings?'
That's what Qin Mei thought, but she went along with him, saying, "Fine, I'll look after your feelings."
