The two good friends, having not seen each other for a day, seemed to have a lot to say to each other. So, along the way, they chatted nonstop, recounting the interesting things that happened to them yesterday.
However, as Zhao Zhitong listened to Qiao Muchen's voice, she furrowed her brows. His voice sounded a little different than usual today, with a slight nasal tone. Despite this, she thought it still sounded rather pleasant.
ACHOO!
At this moment, Qiao Muchen turned around and sneezed twice in a row.
Zhao Zhitong immediately looked at him with a sudden realization, exclaiming, "Ah, Qiao Jiaojiao, you have a cold!"
"Cold?" Qiao Muchen sniffled, his voice sounding even more nasal.
He did indeed have a cold and had just taken his medicine earlier.
However, he was afraid that Zhao Zhitong would ridicule him for being weak, so he stubbornly replied, "No, my body is much healthier now; I won't catch a cold."
Zhao Zhitong looked unconvinced. "You obviously have a cold!"
