With hints of smiles still in her eyes, Chi Shuyan pursed her red lips and inspected him animatedly once more. "Are you feeling better this time? Has your cold eased?"
Qi Zhenbai nodded, his profound handsome face devoid of any emotions. His jet-black, cold eyes focused on her, and he replied succinctly, "Thanks for your concern, much better, and… thanks for your prescription." Then, he continued staring at her with those pitch-black, bottomless eyes with an intimidating edge, making Chi Shuyan feel prickles down her back.
Chi Shuyan first thought that he would ask who prescribed the prescription and how to treat his cold when he stared at her. She didn't expect him to not ask anything at all. His countenance remained cool and calm, without even the slightest sense of urgency. This reaction was simply abnormal, as if he wasn't the one with the cold, and whose life was on the line. Chi Shuyan rolled her eyes, and made up her mind spitefully to see how long he would hold back asking.
