The Softness That Left After A Fleeting Touch

Zhao Qian said rather guiltily, "Everything is good as long as you aren't sick. Master is still waiting for me at the imperial study. I'll take my leave first." With that, he left in a hurry. When he bumped into Long Yin and Yaoyao, who were rushing in, he gave them a quick bow and scurried away.

Yaoyao asked curiously, "Why is Butler Zhao running so fast?"

Long Yin shook his head. "No idea."

The siblings entered Chu Qi's room with Bao Yu.

They looked at the man wiping down his sword while seated. Yaoyao asked, "Big Bro Lil Qi, Bao Yu said you were sick. How are you feeling right now? Has my mother been here to check your pulse?"

Chu Qi darted a look at Bao Yu.

The action made Bao Yu feel a slight chill.

"She did, but I'm not sick. It was Butler Zhao making up stories." Chu Qi turned his gaze away and explained.

Yaoyao was taken aback. "No wonder Butler Zhao ran away so fast. Was he feeling guilty?"