Cough!
As Xie Ying'an opened his eyes, Qingran immediately sat up straight, focusing on the stage as if nothing had happened, pretending that she wasn't the one who had just slapped his face.
Xie Ying'an also sat up straight, leaning back in his chair, he looked steadily at Qingran for a while, his lips curling up silently.
His smile was extremely delightful.
Even Li Qingmo, who was sitting behind them, saw it and scoffed before looking away disinterestedly, "He's laughing like a fool even when he looks so sick."
Actually, Li Qingmo was inexplicably nervous, fearing that if his sister got the nominated spot and he did not, it would be a huge embarrassment.
There was no trace of illness in Xie Ying'an's eyes, and the feverish temperature couldn't fool anyone either.
After four hours, Qingran took out some medicine from her pocket, handed it to Xie Ying'an, and went to twist the cap of the water bottle, taking care of him meticulously.
