Li Yin was quite surprised, yet overjoyed.
It seems, no need for medicine now.
"Mochen, when I get sick, I really miss you." Li Yin leaned towards Nan Mochen.
Nanh Mochen lit a cigarette at this moment, the smoke curled into the air, dissipating silently, leaving only the lingering smell of tobacco.
He took a slow drag and asked Li Yin, "Do you smoke?"
"No." Li Yin was momentarily stunned, "Why ask that?"
"A lot of girls smoke nowadays."
"I don't." Li Yin shook her head, indicating that she was a good girl.
Nan Mochen said nothing more, occasionally taking a drag, smoking with indifference.
Soon, Li Yin began to feel dizzy. Taking cold medicine makes one sleepy, that's the price of faking illness.
"What's wrong? Still not feeling well?" Nan Mochen asked with concern.
Li Yin raised her hand to rub her forehead, "A bit."
"Then go and sleep." Nan Mochen said while getting up to help Li Yin to the bedroom.
Li Yin fell against him, almost hanging onto him as she walked.
