"Since you're going, take this medicine first."
Unable to dissuade him, Mu Fan helplessly shook his head and revealed a pill in his palm, presenting it to his companion.
His slender, perfect hand appeared as elegant as white jade, holding the dark red pill, forming a beautiful contrast of red and white, like an oil painting.
However, Qing Yuan had no inclination to appreciate the painting, and let out a mournful howl, feeling as if he was about to vomit blood.
"Do I have to take the medicine? Can I not take it?"
Thinking this, he inadvertently blurted it out. Mu Fan's sword-like eyebrows furrowed, showing complete disapproval.
"You can't go without taking the medicine. Your body is weak, and without being in good shape, a cold wind could..."
"Okay, okay, I'll take it."
Fearing that Mu Fan would continue lecturing, Qing Yuan quickly picked up the pill and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it whole.
"Cough, cough."