Old Wu focused his attention and took her pulse. He closed his eyes and did not even look at Wan Rong's body. He even used two balls of cotton to block his nose and did not smell Wan Rong's scent.
Gui You and Wan Rong had skin contact, but his gaze was cold. Even when he looked at Wan Rong's body, he did not have any thoughts.
As for Wan Rong, her breathing was a little unstable.
Her cold eyes seemed to have turned into a pool of water.
The next second, a handkerchief covered Wan Rong's face.
Gui You pressed Wan Rong's acupoint so that she couldn't move or speak. He endured his disgust and said coldly to Old Wu, who had closed his eyes, "Hurry up."
Old Wu smiled. "What's the hurry? The night is still young—"
"Then you do it."
Gui You interrupted Old Wu. He didn't want to touch this woman.
Gui You's words made Old Wu shut up. "Alright, alright. It'll be done soon."
