"I... you... cough cough... it's just us..."
Kitty More's lips slightly parted, her breath as soft as orchids, her faint voice trying desperately to explain something, but her speech faltered and her voice was as faint as a mosquito's, Basil Jaak couldn't hear clearly.
He didn't hear her voice clearly, but Basil Jaak saw Kitty More's blurry gaze fixed on him, her cold cheeks tinged with a hint of redness.
"I know that you and I are 'us'." Basil Jaak leaned in, pressing his ear against Kitty More's lips, and earnestly asked, "I didn't ask you to talk about 'us,' I want you to quickly tell me the method to cure your deviation in cultivation. Speak quickly, otherwise it might get worse..."
Seeing Basil Jaak earnestly bringing his head closer, Kitty More slightly frowned her elegant eyebrows, how could she possibly say such a thing out loud!
Her lips moved, but no sound came out.
