Qin Xiao returned with an irrepressible gleam of joy in his eyes, which Weichi soon noticed.
"Qin Xiao, did you run into some good fortune? You seem so happy," Weichi asked.
Qin Xiao pinched the freshly wrapped clothes and boots in his hand, and the smile in his eyes betrayed him unconsciously, "Nothing much."
Weichi pointed at the corners of his mouth and said, "Nothing much? Look at your lips, they're practically reaching for the sky."
At that, Qin Xiao paused momentarily, "That's not true."
Seeing Qin Xiao's reaction, Weichi reached for his forehead, "Eh, no fever though!"
Qin Xiao swatted Weichi's hand away, "You're the one with a fever."
Weichi sized up Qin Xiao from head to toe, feeling that he was exuding a temperament that didn't suit a single man, and clicked his tongue twice: "Qin Xiao, something's off with you, really off."
"I'm perfectly fine." Qin Xiao, overjoyed, took Chun Xi's return gift and went back to his room.