Ye Caitang pulled Lin Sisi's chubby hand and gently placed her tender fingers on Lin Sisi's wrist to perform a pulse diagnosis.
"Silly girl, we're already friends now."
"Don't move. Let me take a look."
Lin Sisi's heart skipped a beat when she saw Ye Caitang frowning like a veteran TCM practitioner as she took her pulse.
Was there something wrong with her body?
At the thought of this possibility, Lin Sisi's heart could not help but beat faster because of fear.
She looked at Ye Caitang in panic. Her chubby hands—which were like white steamed buns—clenched into fists nervously.
"Ye Caitang, if… If you… If you find… anything wrong… just… tell… tell me."
"So that… So that I can be… mentally prepared. Thank you…"
"Okay." Ye Caitang nodded solemnly and comforted her.
"Don't worry, it shouldn't be a big deal."
However, according to Lin Sisi's pulse… Not only was it a huge matter, but it was also very perverse.