"Miss Qin, what is the meaning of this?" Lin Feng said while taking a bite of food, looking very innocent at her.
Qin Ruoyun, hearing it was about "pulse diagnosis," could only retract her hand resentfully and coldly said, "I'm not sick, I don't need your diagnosis, and moreover, although I agreed to protect you, don't take that to speak carelessly."
Lin Feng quickly finished his breakfast, put down his chopsticks, and chuckled, "Miss Qin, although you are beautiful, have a good figure, possess formidable martial arts skills, and come from a good family, don't flatter yourself too much—I really have no designs on you."
"You..." Qin Ruoyun found herself breathless with indignation, her fists clenched and then released several times, yet still she restrained herself from acting, instead saying furiously, "Eat your fill and then leave. The sooner you are cured, the sooner you can leave the Qin family."
