Chiang Xiao's scream pulled Meng Xinian back to reality again.
He forcefully closed his eyes, then reopened them, finally seeing the real Chiang Xiaoxiao.
She stood below, anxiously looking at him.
Her lifted face, skin snow-white, full and tight, exuded youthful vitality, lively and beautiful.
No more sickly thinness, her figure was exquisite—he had measured with his hands before—and enough to make his blood surge.
"What's wrong with you?"
Chiang Xiao had just flashed into the space to evade the muddy stone rain, and upon flashing back out, she saw Meng Xinian seemingly lost in soul.
Moreover, his face showed fear.
"It's nothing, it's nothing," Meng Xinian replied twice, tossed down the herb, and quickly came down.
As soon as Chiang Xiao picked up the herb, Meng Xinian had already jumped down. He grabbed her wrist and said, "Put it away first."
Chiang Xiao was a bit puzzled but still put the herb into the space.
