Fu Ying leaned against the bed, enduring the itch all over her body, absent-mindedly playing Candy Crush, feeling unimaginably irritated.
She glanced at Shen Liguang, who had found a book from somewhere and was now absorbed in reading it.
Fu Ying stared at a red spot on her wrist and stealthily scratched it with her fingernail.
"Don't scratch."
"..."
"I didn't scratch."
"I'm old, but not blind."
"..."
Fu Ying lowered her head and poked at the phone screen.
Shen Liguang found her childishness quite amusing.
"Still very itchy?"
Fu Ying nodded, looking pitiful: "Yeah."
"Your grandma said that you weren't allergic to shrimp before. Did you eat some snacks upstairs on your own?"
Fu Ying opened her mouth, at a loss for words.
She feared being discovered as not the real Fu Ying.
What would she do if one day it was found out that she and Fu Mingchuan were not related by blood?
Fu Ying clenched her fingers around the phone, her voice tiny: "I didn't sneak any snacks."
