"What are you thinking about?" Jin Juan was determined to get to the bottom of it.
Qin Xiangyang took a long time again, but in the end, he shook his head.
"I, um, I forgot."
Just as Jin Juan was about to come forward and wring it out of him, Qin Xiangyang cleverly dodged, knowing he couldn't be too forceful with women—better to dodge if possible. This was the experience he had learned over the years with Jin Juan—stop pinching me, it doesn't hurt me, but your hand must be sore.
Jin Juan really didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this point, and she couldn't bring her hand down.
"Alright then, quickly tell me, how is Nuannuan doing?"
"It's nothing," Qin Xiangyang said and couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief, "It's pneumonia, but it's not SARS."
