After eating, Fu Xiyan, Tang Yichen, and Su Luo went to the courtyard for a sparring session, leaving only Gu Zhiqi, Su Yunling, and Jin Cengran in the living room.
"Do you need any medical instruments?" Su Yunling asked, looking at Gu Zhiqi.
Gu Zhiqi shook her head, "No need, just taking the pulse will do."
Su Yunling nodded slightly, and Jin Cengran wheeled the chair over to the sofa, "Let's do it here."
"Wrist," Gu Zhiqi instructed, tapping on the sofa armrest to indicate where Jin Cengran should place his wrist.
Jin Cengran held little hope, but after all, it was an invitation from an old friend.
Besides, for some reason, he didn't want to see the young lady sad or angry, so he extended his hand and placed his wrist on the sofa armrest.
Gu Zhiqi fished in her pocket, pulled out a tissue, and without any regard for others, spread it over Jin Cengran's wrist before she calmly laid her fingers on it.
Jin Cengran: ?
Gu Zhiqi: "Professional habit."
Jin Cengran: "..."
