Su Yaoguang leaned closer to Zhou Wangshu.
Zhou Wangshu, seeing her enlarged pretty face, felt guilty and dodged her scrutiny: "What are you doing?"
"Why does your complexion look so pale?" Su Yaoguang touched his forehead, "Did you feel unwell anywhere while I was away?"
"No."
"No, something's off with you," Su Yaoguang said, "I'll go find Jing'er to come and examine you."
Zhou Wangshu grabbed her, and because of his excessive strength, she stumbled forward.
Su Yaoguang held Zhou Wangshu tightly, their eyes meeting, then parted as if scalded.
"I'm just hungry. You've been away for so long, do you know how empty my stomach has been?" Zhou Wangshu said stiffly.
"Well, you're in luck. I brought meals and pastries made by Chunni, all your favorites." Su Yaoguang said without suspicion.
He wasn't feverish and showed no other symptoms, so he was most likely just very hungry.
