Before Song Qingchun answered, Qin Yinan's brows furrowed, and he asked, "Why are you walking all over the place without any slippers? What if you hurt yourself?"
Then, he walked around the dining table, heading for the front door. He opened the shoe rack and got a pair of ladies' slippers out from within. When he saw that it was a pair Tang Nuan had left in his house, he stopped moving for a moment before tossing them into the trashcan. Then, he picked out a pair of flats, walked back to Song Qingchun, and placed them before her. "I'm sorry, I don't entertain much, so do bear with me. I hope you don't mind wearing these."
Song Qingchun nodded as she raised her feet to step into the shoes.
Qin Yinan raised the back of his palm to touch Song Qingchun's forehead. He placed it there for a while before retracting it and saying, "Good, the fever's down. Go sit there and rest, food will be ready soon."