"I told you, I'm fine. You don't need to care for me ♪" His voice sounding groggy, and face flushed red with sickness from where he lied forcefully under the duvet of the bed you placed him in after finding Mao sickly unconscious on a street grounds. His smile wavers as he tries his best in trying to convince you of how okay he was, but in reality, he knew that you could see through his bad attempts at lying. Lying was never Mao's strong suit anyway.