"Don't tell me you actually caught a cold."
"I don't kn—ACHOO!" Before she could answer Chen Yuan's question, Jiang Yao let out another sneeze.
As soon as they left the comic con, she'd felt her nose getting a little stuffy, but she hadn't paid it much mind. Now, after being hit by the cold wind, it felt even worse.
It felt like her nose was stuffed with two cotton balls, making it hard to breathe.
"I think you must have caught it from someone. The seasonal flu has been pretty bad lately, and the comic con was so crowded. We weren't even wearing masks."
Chen Yuan grabbed the box of tissues from the back seat, pulled a few out, and handed them to Jiang Yao with a worried look.
"That can't be. If I really caught it there, why are you fine, Young Master…?"
"Maybe because I work out every day. My immune system is probably stronger."
"Now that you mention it, that does make sense…"
