Although Gu Qingchen had already turned her head, she still spat the soup on Rong Yu's shirt and pants.
Before Gu Qingchen could apologize, she could not stop coughing. Then, she felt a warm palm on her back gently patting her back.
Gu Qingchen coughed and waved at Rong Yu. She wanted to apologize, but her voice turned into a cough.
On the other hand, Rong Yu did not seem to dislike her. He even patted her back.
"You even choked on your soup. When did you become so careless? Or... are you treating my germaphobia?" Rong Yu's voice slowly reached Gu Qingchen's ears, and it seemed to contain a hint of teasing, and she had no time to care about it now.
"Ahem... no... I. . . Ahem ahem ahem!"
Gu Qingchen was still coughing, and she did not manage to finish her sentence after a few times. Instead, her cough became more serious.
