Seeing how Jing Qian's palm was still on his chest, Zhan Lichuan was worried, but he wasn't about to express it.
"Your complexion turned so pale, even when you were just standing in the wind for such a short period of time. Is it because your body isn't well? Do you need any medicine for it?"
"Of course."
"What do you need? I'll get someone to prepare for it."
Jing Qian smiled, which blossomed on the seductively charming face. Her peach blossom, vixen eyes were gently lifted as she stared at Zhan Lichuan's proportionate and exquisite figure. That slim hand was just moving around his chest, although he couldn't feel it, and after one round, she once again drove all the 'Qi' into his heart.
She was doing something serious, but her vicious mouth couldn't care less. Even with Yun Zhou and Yan Zhe sitting in front, she provocatively replied, "A man's strength would be the best medicine."
