Before he could finish speaking, Qin Mu started coughing again.
An Lin walked over and turned off the stove directly, "Even if it's not contagious, don't do it. I'll go out and buy it."
"An Lin, no need to buy."
Qin Mu reached out to grab her, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, "I've already fried two, that's enough for you, and the congee is ready too."
"Then you should have some congee?"
An Lin turned her head to look at the congee beside her, frowning slightly.
Qin Mu said lightly, "I don't have much of an appetite. I'll drink half a bowl later, as long as I can take some medicine."
That night, listening to the sound of Qin Mu's coughing coming from the next room, An Lin hesitated for a long while, finally unable to resist getting up from bed.
She pushed open the door to the guest room and turned on the light.
