"I was just joking," Ye Muyu whispered softly.
Chu Heng sighed lightly, and seeing that she was frightened, his voice softened involuntarily, "Come on, get up, find a stool to sit on. Squatting will make your legs weak."
"I understand your intentions and will not let you down."
When Ye Muyu saw him willingly change the subject, she naturally did not dwell on the previous conversation, patting her face and dispersing the heat.
She nodded to herself, busily arranging her personal items and tidying up the soft couch.
It was not long before Lu Sangqi arrived.
Upon seeing Ye Muyu there, he jumped in surprise, "Why are you here? It's so dangerous."
"I just came to see, it's not a bother. Is your medicine ready? I've had some medicinal herbs prepared and sent to the clinic this time."
