"Oh man, I was thinking of getting a skin graft, why don't I introduce you to my attending physician? How about getting some tender skin for yourself?" Xiao Yao joked with Zhang Mingming.
Zhang Mingming quickly waved his hands, "No need, no need, my factory setting is just fine, I don't want a swap!" Just thinking of a grown man with soft, tender skin gave him goosebumps.
"You brat, even if you wanted it, I wouldn't give it to you!" Xiao Yao slapped Zhang Mingming's back, as a timid female voice chimed in.
"Uh, excuse me, Xiao Yao?"
"Yes, do you need something?" Xiao Yao turned away from Zhang Mingming's banter and asked the girl who was looking down, her expression hidden. To Xiao Yao, she seemed like a reflection of his past weaker self.
"Xiao Yao, I wanted to ask if you could introduce me to your attending physician. I want to change my skin!" The girl lifted her head and, with hopeful eyes, timidly conveyed her request to Xiao Yao.
