"Cough—"
An Lin had just taken a spoonful of soup into her mouth.
Tang Yang's handsome face unexpectedly came close to her and asked a startling question.
An Lin restrained herself from spitting the soup onto Tang Yang's face, but choked and started coughing when she swallowed it.
Qin Mu saw this, glared at Tang Yang, then extended his hand to pat An Lin's back and handed her a glass of water, "An Lin, have some water."
An Lin coughed about ten times before she stopped.
Her originally fair cheeks blushed because of the coughing. She gave Tang Yang a cold glance and took the glass from Qin Mu's hand.
After drinking the water, she put the glass back on the table.
Tang Yang innocently touched his nose, looking at An Lin with some embarrassment, "An Lin, I didn't do it on purpose, who knew you'd be so shocked."
"Didn't you just ask me why I liked Ah Mu back then and didn't want to be your bride?"
An Lin looked at him seriously.
