Ye Xiaolei's pretty face suddenly turned red, but to Shen Qiang's surprise, Ye Xiaolei did not shy away as he had imagined. Instead, she bowed her head and walked to Shen Qiang's side, sitting on a chair nearby, and softly said, "Please."
Her demeanor was both shy and pitiful, her small hands nervously gripping the edge of her clothes, which strangely made Shen Qiang feel an urge to bully her.
But thoughts were just thoughts. Shen Qiang, as a senior, could not act so irresponsibly.
So Shen Qiang very solemnly took Ye Xiaolei's tender little hand in his and then gently checked her pulse.
The pulse was steady.
Everything was basically normal, just a little weak. Probably after a few more days of rest, there should be no problem.
In this situation, nothing would be more suitable than a nourishing medicinal meal.
