Pei Yuqing said, "You've caught a chill today, drink this ginseng tea first."
"..." Xie Wanqing was somewhat impressed by him. She lifted her hand to uncover the lid of the teacup, glanced inside, and took a sip.
Pei Yuqing naturally observed this sequence of actions. He asked, "What did Lu Ziyuan say to you?"
Xie Wanqing smiled and said, "I thought you would ask what he did to me."
As she spoke, Pei Yuqing's eyelids suddenly lifted, looking straight at her, meeting her slightly challenging smile.
His gaze deepened. Just as Xie Wanqing thought he would once again assume that indifferent, emotionless facade, she saw him lean forward and grasp her wrist.
Three fingers rested directly on her pulse.
Xie Wanqing didn't resist, allowing him to check her pulse, as curious as a child, she asked, "Can you really tell what he did to me like this?"
She was angry.
Even though she didn't shout or show a furious expression, how could Pei Yuqing not see it?
