"Take this to Senior Chu," Mo Ran mumbles, pitching his voice high to mimic his aunt's tone as he approaches the house. In his hands, the bag of medicine and his aunt's soup rustle together, and Mo Ran sighs loudly, annoyed that he's the one tasked with this errand.

He doesn't try to repeat his aunt's orders or mock her tone again, already feeling slightly bad about that; he respects her too much to do that, and she is a good person, just trying to help someone who, as everyone knows, lives alone.

It annoys him that Chu Wanning can get sick. It's a reminder that his teacher, beautiful and strict and so imposing, holding himself above everyone else and looking down on the rest of them, is still mortal and capable of getting sick, and somewhere in the mess of Mo Ran's thoughts, it seems unfair. And it annoys him that he has to be the one to bring everything to Chu Wanning, although the idea that someone else might do it is even worse. He didn't handle the idea of someone waiting for Chu Wanning&dmash;

"Wait." Mo Ran stops in front of the house he's been directed to, frowning at the front door. "If he had someone waiting for him, that means he has someone around. Why the hell am I doing this?"

The reminder that Chu Wanning was seeing someone sets him on edge, and Mo Ran clenches his teeth, fingers tightening on the plastic bag he carries. "Rude asshole, not taking care of him," he grumbles, walking up to the door and knocking loudly. He has keys given to him by his uncle, but he'd been told to use them only if Chu Wanning didn't answer. Something about being polite.

Mo Ran just wants to barge in, but it won't do if he's yelled at immediately by his teacher, and he doesn't want to get his uncle or aunt in trouble with Chu Wanning. Not that he'd do anything to them, but it matters.

"Laoshi," he calls, knocking again. "It's Mo Ran. I have medicine for you."