Just holding Zhang Hongmei had already put Wang Xiaolong through quite an ordeal.
And now this impressive beauty was suddenly leaning in close, making it even harder for him to handle!
However, Zhang Hongmei seemed oblivious to this.
She raised her hand and placed it on Wang Xiaolong's forehead.
After feeling for a moment, she frowned and said, "You don't have a fever, but why is your body so hot? Xiao Long, you know medical skills, do you know what's wrong with yourself?"
Wang Xiaolong grimaced, "It's just... just the hot weather."
"If it's the same weather, why are you burning up while I'm not?"
"Maybe it's different body constitutions."
Wang Xiaolong thought to himself, if you were in my shoes, holding a great beauty, you would be burning up too.
But he couldn't say that outright, so he simply made up something on the spot and then quickly stepped into the inner room.