Ran Yan muttered while following Zhen Xiuming's instructions to remove his shirt, revealing a frail upper body.
Feeling the chill on his body, Zhen Xiuming couldn't help but adjust his expression, attempting to present his most handsome look that usually wins him admirers, while also slightly turning his face to the side.
He had looked in the mirror countless times, knowing that this profile angle was his most attractive.
But today, it only disappointed him.
With two clicks of the tongue, Ran Yan regretfully shook her head, "I say Little White Face, just look at you, you've become so thin, not an ounce of meat on you, too weak!"
Ptooey!
Zhen Xiuming spat out a mouthful of old blood, thin? This was called being trim with no excess fat, alright? Countless men envied his perfect physique, yet in this girl's mouth, it became weak!
"Hurry with the acupuncture, if someone else sees us like this, it'll be hard to explain."
