Acupuncture?
Chen Dashan frowned, wondering why that would be necessary. The last time Qin Xuan had acupuncture, her condition had nearly fully recovered—how could she still be feeling unwell now?
Seeing the young girl's watery, large eyes looking at him and her little face flushed red with heat, Chen Dashan said, "Come in and rest first; it's too hot outside. Is it because of the endorsement deal you've been worrying about recently? Is the psychological pressure too much?"
Under high stress, it's normal to feel anxious, heart palpitations, and a sense of heat.
Qin Xuan lowered her head and whispered, "Maybe."
The two entered the house, one after the other.
Qin Xuan was very restrained as she looked around. Chen Dashan's house was even nicer than her own, larger, and the decor was very much in line with a young person's taste. Most importantly, this was where Chen Dashan would be living from now on.
If she became Chen Dashan's woman, could she live here with him in the future?
