Leng Yu Yan didn't expect the complexities hidden in someone's heart, busily and cheerfully tidied the clothes, but her face turned red again when she folded his short underwear.
Luckily, he didn't see it; she quietly exhaled and placed the clothes in a small bundle.
After eating at midday, Ye Yiheng voluntarily requested acupuncture for detoxification.
Leng Yu Yan took his pulse and, to her surprise, found that his pulse was much better than before, and the speed of recovery from this cold disease episode was astonishing.
It made sense, given that this person had survived so many fatal toxins in his body; it was clear his physique was extraordinary.
She shared this information with him, and upon hearing it, Ye Yiheng's lips curved into a perfect smile, "Then let us draw out more poison blood this time."
Leng Yu Yan inserted the needles into his fingertips and, while taking his pulse, said, "If you feel any discomfort, be sure to tell me."
"Okay," he responded.
