Watching Zhang Yaqing's enchanting figure disappear, Chen Xiao sighed helplessly. He squeezed the small, still-warm gift in his hand for a moment before tossing it aside. Though promiscuous by nature, he didn't like to force others. As for the two prescriptions, he would just consider them a gift to Zhang Yaqing and leave the rest to fate.
He pulled the covers over his head and tried to sleep, but he tossed and turned, unable to rest. In the end, his gaze fell upon what Zhang Yaqing had left for him…
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The next morning, Chen Xiao woke up and stretched his lower back. "No wonder Master was so strict with me," he muttered. "Turns out this stuff really takes a toll on your body. No wonder the ancients stressed the harmony of yin and yang…"
After a simple meal, he went outside to practice a few sets of forms to loosen up. Xu Yanran came over, ostensibly to ask him about martial arts, but in reality, she was indirectly fishing for Chen Yanzu's contact information.
