"Alright, how's the Little Fox Immortal from Tushan doing? Why don't I send you some pills to boost your health?" Wang Xuan laughed.
Tu Yingying survived the tough days, but he was subdued; they were truly in the same tough spot.
"It's nothing serious, don't worry."
Tu Yingying glanced at Wang Xuan, her slender fingers grabbing a roast chicken, eating it with relish, with a trace of oil on the corner of her mouth without realizing it, and curiously asked, "Where are you now?"
She casually moved the camera, revealing an elegantly decorated room in classic style, with a pink and white color scheme.
"I'm sunbathing," Wang Xuan said lazily.
"Yeah right," Tu Yingying snorted. After saying that, she felt it was unladylike and blushed slightly.
"Alright," Wang Xuan showed her the mountain holding him down, "See, I'm trapped under a mountain."
