"Cough cough! …"
Mo Liancheng coughed painfully again, his face turning exceptionally pale as he still covered his lips with his sleeve.
"What's wrong with you? I, I'll get you a cup of water." Qu Tan'er hurried outside, and in a moment, she carefully brought over a cup of warm water, "It's still warm, drink some."
He didn't say much, just took it and drank it up.
Then he gently supported himself using the desk, trying to recover a bit.
A moment later, he started searching for a stack of books and sat down in front of the desk, slowly flipping through the medicine books.
"Liancheng, you..."
"Call me Liancheng, or Young Master. That name... is too childish," Mo Liancheng felt somewhat uncomfortable with the way she addressed him.
Qu Tan'er's eyes lowered slightly, a small sense of loss filling her.
But the next moment, she lifted her head again and pulled out a smile, "It's okay, it's just a way of calling. You'll get used to it if you hear it enough, won't you?"
