Zhao Changhe also felt more and more uneasy. Originally, he approached her to ask for medicinal materials, but until now, he hadn't voiced his request. She smelled so fragrant... and the scent seemed so familiar, the kind he had wanted to nibble on a few hours ago.
He also recalled the familiar sensation, even the breathing and moaning echoed in his ears.
Both of them couldn't withstand the atmosphere and suddenly spoke at the same time: "You..."
Then they turned their heads with peculiar expressions, looked at each other, and said in unison: "You go first."
Ye Wuming finally laughed: "Such a soap opera."
Zhao Changhe also laughed: "It shows there's some basis in reality."
Ye Wuming flipped her delicate hand, revealing an Elixir in her palm: "You were looking for medicine, right? Here, take it."
Initially, she was so humiliated and angry that she wouldn't willingly give him medicine, but now she did it so naturally, as if it was meant to be.
