"I am your husband, admitting that you like me and not someone else is okay!" Xiang Yimo raised an eyebrow at Zhong Lingling.
Such electric charisma!
Unexpectedly, Zhong Lingling suddenly blushed; it was really too amusing.
"It's not like that, Xiang Yimo, don't get me wrong, I just want to take your pulse!" Zhong Lingling didn't want Xiang Yimo to get the wrong idea, so she had to confess!
Xiang Yimo frowned.
This woman, she was so afraid of his misunderstanding.
Had she forgotten that she was his wife? Even if she said she liked him, said she was touching his hand, wasn't that a perfectly natural thing to do?
However, she had just heard about Xiaobing's recovery from illness.
It seemed this young girl really had some skill!
"Xiang Yimo, can you let me practice taking your pulse, please?" Zhong Lingling said, and this time, she boldly took hold of Xiang Yimo's hand.
"You know medical arts?" Xiang Yimo questioned.
"Not... not... a little bit!"
"Do you know it or not!"