Charlie's face was full of embarrassment, and seeing An charging towards him, he wasn't afraid, instead his dark face instantly turned red.
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."
He had originally intended to cough dryly a couple of times to alleviate the awkwardness, but he had recently caught a cold, and this cough became uncontrollable. What started as a feigned cough soon turned into a real one.
An's eyes widened as he stood opposite him, somewhat at a loss for what to do: "I haven't even laid a hand on you yet..."
How did it turn into such a severe cough?
Charlie gestured with his hand while clutching his chest and coughing, his throat feeling dry and itchy, and he couldn't stop coughing: "I... cough cough, my health hasn't been good lately, I'm... cough cough..."
