She instinctively shrank into the quilt and spoke appeasingly, "Yasa, I'm thirsty and want some water."
Yasa said nothing, went to fetch her a cup of warm water, and helped her drink it.
After drinking the water, Guaiguai looked at him, noticing no expression, and cautiously asked, "Yasa, what's wrong?"
Yasa still showed no expression, "Were you sick since yesterday?"
"..." Guaiguai lowered her head, silently admitting.
Yasa was a bit angry, "Guaiguai, you've learned to lie to me."
In the past, she would never hide it from him if she were ill.
This was the first time...
Guaiguai said guiltily, "I'm sorry, I was afraid you'd be angry, so I didn't dare to tell you."
"It's when you don't tell me that I get angry," Yasa gently scolded her, "What if your condition worsens?"
"I took medicine yesterday, who would have thought it didn't get better..."
"That's why you should have told me even more."
"..." Last night, her cold hadn't improved, she indeed should have told him.
