Feng Zhiwei took the offered herbs and immediately swallowed them.
A warm flow swept into her body and her face flushed, but she smiled up at Ning Yi as if nothing had happened.
Ning Yi paused at her display of trust, his gaze deepening, but time was of the essence. With no time to waste, he grabbed her wrist and took her pulse, frowning to himself: "Too slow…" his fingers trembled as he pushed a trace of his Qi into Feng Zhiwei's meridians.
Feng Zhiwei had caught on to the basic plan, so she let down her guard and allowed his Qi inside. Immediately, a slight twinge stung her inner organs and her Qi grew chaotic.
Noise neared and the clatter of footsteps filled the room behind them as people pushed through the doors. A once called out: "There were people here!"
Ning Yi was already rustling through his robes looking for something, and Feng Zhiwei could only chuckle to herself as she grabbed a rusty flower hoe leaning against the garden wall.
