She held up three fingers and assured Sui Zimo.
Upon hearing this, Sui Zimo lifted his hand and lightly tapped her nose tip, then stared at her intently, not forgetting to admonish her.
"Then you should first take your own pulse to see exactly why your complexion is so poor."
Having said this, he kept staring at her intently, without taking his eyes off her.
Lin Caisang: "!"
Her husband sometimes really liked to scare himself.
"Alright, I'll take my pulse."
Taking a deep breath, she parted her red lips into a smile, looked at her husband, and then placed one hand on the wrist of her other hand to begin taking her pulse.
"In fact, I've said it, there's nothing wrong, right? I've just been... tired... lately?"
She said the last few words one by one, and her expression froze on her face in that moment.
She looked up at Sui Zimo and blinked, then blinked again.
