She walked over and placed two fingers on Lu Hualiang's pulse gate.
Lu Hualiang was startled and reflexively pulled his hand back. "What are you doing."
Xia Weibao looked puzzled. "Taking your pulse, of course. In this kind of weather you're actually saying you're hot—I'm afraid you're sick."
As she spoke, she lowered her head to look at her fingertips; the skin she had just touched was indeed a bit hot.
And the pulse was beating a little fast.
Sure enough, he was sick.
Lu Hualiang's expression turned strange. "I'm fine, it's just too stuffy in here. You're a girl—do you have no sense of propriety between men and women at all? How can you touch a man's body so casually."
Xia Weibao rolled her eyes at the ceiling. "Have you ever seen anyone take a pulse without pressing the pulse gate?"
Lu Hualiang's face darkened slightly. Thinking that she might have taken other men's pulses before, he felt extremely displeased.
