An Ji was rendered speechless by the question.
His whole person also seemed to become a little nervous.
He didn't know why either, but his skin broke out in goosebumps because of A Li applying the medicine. He was certain it wasn't from the cold, it was…an indescribable flutter in his chest that stirred up an instinctive reaction he couldn't resist.
But An Youyou didn't take it to heart, nor did she think too much about it, figuring that An Ji was just cold, but because he loved saving face to death, he refused to admit his body was weak.
She sped up her hands as she applied the medicine.
Finishing in the shortest possible time, An Youyou looked up and saw that An Ji's face also seemed terribly red.
She frowned, raising her hand again to feel An Ji's forehead.
There was no fever.
She looked at An Ji suspiciously.
An Ji's scalp tingled under A Li's gaze.
"What are you looking at me for?"
