"..."
Actually, she didn't dislike it.
She was just symbolically struggling a bit.
But now that their identities had changed, Wen Qiao felt embarrassed to put her hand back and say, "I don't dislike it, just hold my hand quickly."
Wen Qiao withdrew her hand and placed it on her knee, "Feng Li said you started feeling a cold a few days ago. What happened?"
"..."
Remembering the reason for the cold, Fu Jinghen fell silent.
How could he say that it was because his heart had been stirred by her, causing a fiery restlessness that made him turn the air conditioner to the lowest setting and blow it all night, only to end up frozen?
That was too embarrassing.
"It's just that the air conditioning was set a bit low." Fu Jinghen explained, omitting some details, "You—"
Something came to mind, and Fu Jinghen paused, then corrected himself, "It's nothing, it'll be fine tomorrow."
