Fu Zhi talked slowly and sounded laid-back.
"Hah..." Li Nanli chuckled, tickling Fu Zhi's ears with his deep, bass voice.
He took a seat on the wooden stool in front of her. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down in his throat as he stared intently at the young girl before him.
"I don't feel good."
As he was talking, he unbuttoned his sleeve and stretched his arm forward. "I think I haven't gotten rid of my illness yet. Why don't you feel my pulse again?"
Fu Zhi could feel his intense gaze boring into her.
He pressed forward again. "Hmm?"
Fu Zhi did not know how to comment.
'Hmm? What does he mean by that? Why does he want me to feel his pulse again? Hasn't he almost recovered?'
