Ruyu carried Mo Shitian back to the master bedroom and carefully laid him on the bed. She adjusted his posture and covered him with the blanket. She then wondered about how women typically enjoyed the princess embrace. When did things become otherwise here?
Thankfully, they were trained since young and were immensely strong enough. Any normal woman would have some problem carrying a stocky man.
Su Ruyu did not expect him to suddenly faint. She placed her finger on his pulse and measured it. He was mostly fine save the shock he got. As she covered him with the blanket, her gaze suddenly froze. Su Ruyu stuck several silver needles in a circular pattern on Mo Shitian's head and measured his pulse a moment later. Her face became glum.
His pulse was really bizarre…
