Is this woman out of her mind, actually giving me such a soup to drink?
This is way too much, isn't it?!
"Hey, are you okay?" Wu Pinxue hurriedly patted Chen Xuan on the back.
Chen Xuan felt helpless, "No, Elder Sister Xue, I'm still young, do I really need such nourishing stuff right now?"
"Well, it's natural for a man to take good care of himself with tonics, it's better for your health."
Wu Pinxue paused, tucked her hair behind her ears, and then added somewhat coyly, "And, it's also to be responsible for your future wife!"
After saying this, Wu Pinxue, with her face flushed, ran out, leaving Chen Xuan stunned and at a loss for words.
Drinking soup to be responsible for my future wife?
This is just too...
Chen Xuan shook his head, unable to find the words to describe his thoughts about this woman.
With her face still red, Wu Pinxue ran downstairs, and just as she reached the bottom, a white-plated jeep stopped at the entrance.
