After Ye Lang sat down, he held out his hand. Almost at the same moment, Zhen Xiaoyan also extended her hand and placed it on the table, right in front of Ye Lang.
At first, no one noticed this gesture. Only when their hands touched, and they saw Ye Lang gripping Zhen Xiaoyan's wrist in a strange manner none of them had ever seen before, did they realize it was—
Taking her pulse!
The two of them had long grown accustomed to it. Ye Lang was used to taking Zhen Xiaoyan's pulse every morning, and Zhen Xiaoyan was used to letting Ye Lang take it. Without exchanging a single word, they worked together with perfect tacit understanding.
But pulse-taking did not exist in this world. Thus, in everyone else's eyes, this was a way of holding hands. Strange though it might be, it was undoubtedly a display of great intimacy!
So the rumors were true. There really was something suspicious about Ye Lang and Zhen Xiaoyan's relationship. Poor Moya—wasn't this plainly making a fool of him?
This was getting interesting...
"Student Ye Lang, since you can make Xiaoyan so beautiful, can you make us prettier too? Just not with her method—we couldn't bear that. Though we can still endure a certain amount of pain." The girls surrounded Ye Lang, their eyes glittering like stars as they looked at him expectantly. They directly ignored the "intimate contact" between Ye Lang and Zhen Xiaoyan.
Would he agree? The girls had all considered that question. Based on their past experience, they knew Ye Lang was someone who simply did not care about other people.
This time, if it had been one of them instead of Zhen Xiaoyan, even if Shalan had trampled her into the dirt, he would not have paid any attention.