"Achoo!"
While wiping his hair, Tan Qing felt an itch in his nose and couldn't help but sneeze. He furrowed his brows slightly and pinched the bridge of his nose. His head also hurt a little; it seemed he really had caught a cold.
Actually, the symptoms had started yesterday. Because he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, he had miserably swum in the cold pool for two hours. He'd caught a slight cold then, but he didn't take it seriously. Today, he got caught in a heavy rain, and this time he was truly chased down by the cold.
"Caught a cold from the rain?" Wen Nuan opened the door and walked in, just in time to see Tan Qing in a sorry state. His clothes were soaked and still dripping a bit, his hair was entirely wet, and he was using a towel to dry it.
"It's nothing," Tan Qing was startled for a moment when he saw her come in, then forced a smile. "Do I look very miserable?"
