"Hey, why are you pinching your nose?" Hu Yan Lan Ruo glared at him with her alluring eyes, hands on her hips as she stepped in front of Xian Wu. She smelled so good, and yet he was pinching his nose. He really had no idea what was good for him.
Xian Wu lifted his chin and rolled his eyes. Why do you think I'm pinching my nose? Don't you know? He answered loudly, "It's cold, and I've caught a chill. My nose is all stuffy. How's that for a reasonable explanation?" She reeked of perfume. Of course he'd pinch his nose.
"A chill? Little brother Xian Wu, are you all right?" Yang Xin grew worried when she heard what he said. She reached out a delicate hand and felt his forehead. His temperature seemed normal. He didn't feel particularly hot.
As an alchemist, Yang Xin was very sensitive to temperature. She could tell whether something was hot or cold with a single touch.
Xian Wu grabbed Yang Xin's slender wrist and placed her hand back on his forehead, looking pitiful. "I'm not hot? How can that be? Feel carefully. I really am sick." He began rubbing her hand. Anyone could see he was taking advantage of her.
A blush suddenly swept across Yang Xin's face. No man had ever been so forward with her before. Her heart, dry as a desert, seemed to be blessed with a sweet rain, and an inexplicable feeling began to take root and bloom.
After twenty years of being single, she needed someone to love her, too.
Watching the two of them exchange glances, Hu Yan Lan Ruo gritted her teeth in jealousy. She hated it when anyone tried to take her toys, especially toys she hadn't played with yet. "So you've got a