"Cough—!!!"
Shi Su was suddenly startled into a forceful cough, pulling out a tissue to cover her mouth, her pupils wide with shock as she looked at him.
Just at this moment, the doorbell rang outside the room.
Jing Jihan glanced at her again. Shi Su glanced in confusion toward the door. This was his home, not hers, and at this time, it couldn't be someone coming to see her, right?
However, when Jing Jihan went to open the door, he unexpectedly came back with a pot of medicinal soup, placing it on the dining table. When he opened it, the familiar aroma wafted out, and Shi Su was surprised, "Is this soup from Mrs. Qin?"
"She's worried about you, so she specially made this soup and sent it over," Jing Jihan eyed the medicinal soup inside, "Although it's very nourishing, you're still taking fever-reducing medicine; just drink a little."
