Raising her hand to touch Xia Zheng's forehead, Lin Yuan looked worried: "What's wrong, are you sick? Why is your face so red?"
Feeling Lin Yuan's warm little hand touching his face, Xia Zheng was enjoying it. But when he heard her mention his blushing, he immediately felt uncomfortable all over.
He covered his mouth and coughed, his eyes flickering. The usually eloquent Xia Zheng started to stutter: "N-no, it's nothing."
Is it really nothing?
Lin Yuan wasn't foolish; how could she not realize if something was indeed wrong with him?
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and she hurriedly asked, "Oh right, you haven't eaten anything since you left the palace! Are you hungry? That noodle just now was delicious, I'll ask the Kitchen Lady to make another bowl for you!"
