Ji Chicheng rolled his eyes at her and didn't reply, carefully chewing the food in his mouth without giving away any indication of liking or disliking it.
'Achoo'
Suddenly, he sneezed, promptly covering his mouth with his hand.
Just after reaching for two tissues ready to wipe his mouth, he sneezed twice more in succession.
"Do you have a cold?" Ji Mingyue looked up and asked Ji Chicheng.
Ji Chicheng shook his head, "No."
His voice was thick with nasal congestion and after speaking, he coughed a few times.
Ji Mingyue frowned, "Even your voice sounds off."
"Have some cold medicine later," Ji Mingyue advised with concern, then murmured doubtfully to herself, "In this weather, you haven't even been out in the rain, and such a big guy like you catches a cold—it's really too LOW."
This warm concern from his older sister Nuannuan was something Ji Chicheng couldn't ignore, so he hummed softly in acknowledgment and continued to eat with his head down.
