Wen Qiao had a sensitive sense of smell. She wrinkled her nose, caught a whiff of a faint ginger scent, and frowned in disdain, "I'm not drinking this stuff; it has ginger in it."
Jiang Yao looked emotionlessly at the delicate figure lying on the bed, "Even if you don't like it, you still need to drink it. Ginger dispels cold."
Wen Qiao pursed her lips but drank it anyway.
Xiao Chu wasn't as fierce as Jiang Yao. Jiang Yao had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, while Xiao Chu was soft in both voice and heart. She looked at Wen Qiao, whose face had lost all its color, her heart twisting with concern, "What would you like to eat? I'll go buy it for you."
"There's nothing I feel like eating," Wen Qiao shook her head, "You guys go ahead and have your meal. Just bring me back whatever."
"You go ahead and eat, I'll stay here with her," Jiang Yao told Xiao Chu.
